SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Sucka MC's lyrics

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Sometimes you gotta wonder

Many think about it as nature of the game

This story kills

This is the way the story goes when you’re in the fuckin’ dough

And you swingin’ for the fists, those friends are turned to foes

Yea just like hoes want you to get the dinner for ‘em

Niggas drivin’ slow, fuck me cuz I’ve been there for ’em

Fuck me cuz part of me got love for ‘em

But a part of me got sloak for ‘em, it’s heartfully

He was there from the start of this year gear

See, part of me still cares

But part of me feels he ‘bout to try to come to my house, the slaughter den

Wait till I hit the balcony, about the mark of me

This heart full of Larsen

They think I’m a dollar tree

Since I’m the nigga with the weight and they ain’t

They P90x tryna make me lose polervy

State brought Chain Gang maintain salary

3% is goons, do hourly, empowering

It’s just a Philly infinite

One that you’ll be crack jealous

What’s envy? Sucka MCs

Fuck haters ditchin’

(I can see my friends)

(Time for the whippin’)

What’s envy? Sucka MCs

Fuck haters ditchin’

(I can see my friends)

(Time for the whippin’)

What’s envy? Sucka MCs

I said with friends like these who needs enemies?

Inside this evil industry where the green’s green envy and schemes of

Being these and schemes of seeing me upon the guillotines

But if that’s illegal I’m bringin’ with me, could be its queens

It’s supposed to be about respect

Your boys will watch you sepnd some of your dough and then they’ll count the rest

Then bounce before you can bounce a check

Be not jealous, he just wants you two split

Whatever you get, what up and all of these sees all that you bought

And it sticks with ‘em, the snakes in the grass from the garden of Eve, it bit him

The first recorded sin, from 4 to 10, from 25 to life

I can post stories to lead from off the top of my head like I don’t write

Drunk and high on life, I’ve learned to back up my own height

When I had to steal back my own bike

Passes on me like passive collection places right on rights

God fearin’, my only flaw’s my given heart

It’s not confusive to be in through if you’re living smart

Maybe I’ll die dumb, leaving behind a beautiful court

Known for my hand on my balls like side young

Eyes numb from constantly stayin’ open and constantly being haunted by promises they had broken

We supposed to get money

(I can see my friends)

(Time for the whippin’)

What’s envy? Sucka MCs

Fuck haters ditchin’

(I can see my friends)

(Time for the whippin’)

What’s envy? Sucka MCs

The bottom of a vodka bottle describes my dream but hate ya

You’re from biblical scriptures if you thinkin’ that drinkin’ save ya

What happens when your semen don’t elite the streets to raise you

You raise your heat, ready to go ham like Lincoln Abra

Aye bruh, I know this stripper

She was talkin’ to this nigga who was talkin’ while he tipped her

About the pictures and sippers, he be trippin’ to get them chippers

He told her about his dash, slip of the tongue off the liquor

Yea I used to dig her, now I call her my play sister

Yea, we could trust ‘er, we’ve been bustin’ on that buster while he’s with ‘er

With ski mask gloves and snuves, doing it like a quick should

Slap the bitch up a couple of times to make it look good

He said damn Crookes you frozen cold

When I’m broke these are the types of thoughts that overload my dome

When I’m alone I done dirt that I have never ever even told a soul

But my soul knows, Ortiz I need to slow my roll

You little suckers, motherfucker

I’ll put a purch from every one of you dud busters and thud rockers

Yall swingin’ but going nowhere, mud putters

Walkin’ ‘round on sour, you little bud puffers

I’m done blutter, shot this, pop ‘er, I let the gun stutter

Clap that bootie niggas I gun but ya

One mother, no father, no sisters, no brother, couple cousins

Why bother? I’m one of one plusser

Who gives a fuck about the next man? My jet land

Your face all blue, armored you man like a Metz fan

I’m Brooklyn like the Atlantic ass Metz in

I run with wild cats like the next season check plans

Feelin’ fire like Rex man

You make one half of Smith and Wesson inside of Russell, man you tech gen

This is, trust me, you ain’t been poppin’ forever

My shlocks over your top

Better not giddy bop through my block and your lever pussy

(I can see my friends)

(Time for the whippin’)

What’s envy? Sucka MCs

Fuck haters ditchin’

(I can see my friends)

(Time for the whippin’)

What’s envy? Sucka MCs<br />

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