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Suicide Video (MV)




Performed By: DJ Paul Bunyon
Featuring: Scarface
Length: 2:00
Written by: PHILIP PARRIS LYNOTT




DJ Paul Bunyon - Suicide Lyrics




[ Featuring Scarface ]

I took my chances, but I did my dirt
And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works
Its givin up and step the f*ck back
'Cause in this game you can fame
You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack
I'm just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs
When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change
And your excuse was that the money did came
My excuse was that you was to blame
Simple, got to show my homies love tho
I just don't f*ck around with niggas that I don't know
And you can take that how you want to take it
I'm from these motherf*ckin' streets,
And the same rules apply in this game
You never break it
With my motherf*cking luck, fallin over the craps
And you niggas who want to try to attack
We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me I'm steady losin my sleep
'Cause niggas ain't familiar with the rules of the street, and its a

[Chorus]
Suicide, its a Suicide
Suicide, its a Suicide
Its a, Suicide, its a Suicide
Suicide, its a Suicide

To my niggas on the street cryin' then (watch them haters)
If I'm sittin on the side-line (get your paper)
Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem
That's why I hate my baby momma
I'm just a nigga from the very bottom
Skippin' classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder
Tryna get it, while the motherf*ckers gettin' good
Wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood
Don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too
But the only thing you do, is get your cream too
Get your motherf*cking cream fool
Niggas ain't know about the Ange and the Alicks
First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game

[Chorus: x3]

Now when its over don't nobody cry
Just enjoy while you live life, 'cause everybody got to die
When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down
Checkin' out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter
The more I lie, its like I'm gettin stupider and stupider
Tryna make the best, out of a f*cked up desicion
I'm just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out
Gettin' my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick
And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it
That's just the way you gotta do it
And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a f*ck when you for real
And you like it rough, nigga what, the f*ck
Know what I'm sayin is real, now back the f*ck up for you get killed
'Cause its a,

[Chorus: x3]
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I took my chances, but I did my dirt
And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works
Its givin up and step the f*ck back
'Cause in this game you can fame
You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack
I'm just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs
When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change
And your excuse was that the money did came
My excuse was that you was to blame
Simple, got to show my homies love tho
I just don't f*ck around with niggas that I don't know
And you can take that how you want to take it
I'm from these motherf*ckin' streets,
And the same rules apply in this game
You never break it
With my motherf*cking luck, fallin over the craps
And you niggas who want to try to attack
We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me I'm steady losin my sleep
'Cause niggas ain't familiar with the rules of the street, and its a

[Chorus]
Suicide, its a Suicide
Suicide, its a Suicide
Its a, Suicide, its a Suicide
Suicide, its a Suicide

To my niggas on the street cryin' then (watch them haters)
If I'm sittin on the side-line (get your paper)
Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem
That's why I hate my baby momma
I'm just a nigga from the very bottom
Skippin' classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder
Tryna get it, while the motherf*ckers gettin' good
Wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood
Don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too
But the only thing you do, is get your cream too
Get your motherf*cking cream fool
Niggas ain't know about the Ange and the Alicks
First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game

[Chorus: x3]

Now when its over don't nobody cry
Just enjoy while you live life, 'cause everybody got to die
When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down
Checkin' out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter
The more I lie, its like I'm gettin stupider and stupider
Tryna make the best, out of a f*cked up desicion
I'm just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out
Gettin' my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick
And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it
That's just the way you gotta do it
And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a f*ck when you for real
And you like it rough, nigga what, the f*ck
Know what I'm sayin is real, now back the f*ck up for you get killed
'Cause its a,

[Chorus: x3]
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Writer: PHILIP PARRIS LYNOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Word Collections Publishing


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