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Suffering Lyrics - Singles - Black Tide

Yeah 

In the house 

Ladies and gentlemen 

Paul Wall 

 

The balling is big 

Cuz the hustle is hard 

The grind is kinda huge 

So jealousy is quite large 

With credit cards and cash stacks 

My mind focused on greenbacks 

I go and get it 

I don't relax 

The player hating is to the max 

Kush sacks and powder packs 

No time to eat 

It's just snacks 

That's whiskey shuts and congiac 

Getting fucked up like 

College frats 

Just facts 

Fascination with paper stacks 

And masturbation on baby's backs 

Assassination my player stacks 

But gang sharp like thumb tacks 

I go dump on horse gump 

They chew me up like orbits gum 

Swallow cock and eat cum 

Eat crumbs 

Run from cops but bar none 

In the streets like a bum 

If you don't like come get you some 

 

I hear em talking that shit 

But they ain't saying shit 

They don't wanna start shit 

Tell them they can eat shit 

They all full of shit 

Cuz they not about shit 

If they keep on talking shit 

Im'ma make them eat shit 

Motherfucker fuck you 

With my middle finger up 

Motherfucker fuck you 

With my middle finger up 

Motherfucker fuck you 

With my middle finger up 

Fuck you (fuck you) 

Fuck you (fuck you) 

 

Hold up 

I got moves to makes 

I cruise this globe you 

Gonna hafta wait 

Imma slap that bitch upside your face 

But bitch don't smile 

Imma hafta hate 

I don't take to that shit so lightly 

Microphone got me in the zone 

What that shot patrol 

We gonna hafta brone 

Imma smack this shit upside your brain 

Upside your dome 

What 

You know what me and Paul Wall 

Gonna fuck this shit like some slut 

Yo bitches go get lubed up 

Get chewed out and spit out 

Like snot i blow this shit out 

I love when rock and roll gets mix with hip hop ho! 

Lets shot this clock 

Blasting classics 

Now you know 

I'm head to toe 

On abby road 

I flip that super nasty flow 

Keep the ladies on the go and they keep coming back for mo' 

 

I hear em talking that shit 

But they ain't saying shit 

They don't wanna start shit 

Tell them they can eat shit 

They all full of shit 

Cuz they not about shit 

If they keep on talking shit 

Im'ma gonna make them eat shit 

Motherfucker fuck you 

With my middle finger up 

Motherfucker fuck you 

With my middle finger up 

Fuck you (fuck you) 

Fuck all the haters 

Fuck you (fuck you) 

 

Cease the fake 

Increase the stakes 

This gold cobra is wilder great 

Please wait no sweet escape 

Just swisher sweets 

Ain't KUSH great 

Police on the take 

No beefs with fate 

No peace for fate 

Peace is the shit they speak the hate 

Just broken bones and body aches 

You gotta leap from the waist 

Hello police state 

Keep my mind on the cake 

I'm fly like superman 

But no cape 

Dripped and draped in that street scholar 

Hardly awake and half baked 

Peak the technique 

Clean the slate 

The flow is so well done like steak 

Break em down 

I got some moves to make 

Go fuck yourself if you can't relate 

 

They talk yeah 

They talk 

They talk 

They talk 

They done dug themselves a hole 

They know it's all they fault 

Gonna pour salt straight on the wound 

Getter catch this jet it's leaving soon 

Infection might be settling in 

But this doctor done checked out the room 

We blazing through like Xananadu 

What? 

Now you know what not to do 

This crack here might not be for you 

But imma gonna leave you crackers black and blue 

We wrack this shit like hand grenades 

This blunt is smoked up all day 

But had to piss on your parade 

 

I hear em talking that shit 

But they ain't saying shit 

They don't wanna start shit 

Tell them they can eat shit 

They all full of shit 

Cuz they not about shit 

If they keep on talking shit 

Im'ma gonna make them eat shit 

Motherfucker fuck you 

With my middle finger up 

Motherfucker fuck you 

With my middle finger up 

Fuck you (fuck you) 

Fuck you (fuck you) 

 

Take all the pieces of the puzzle (you heard me?) 

If they ain't fittin' we in trouble 

Busting all your asses like a bubble 

You know i'm mad at you 

Fuck you and your attitude (yeah) 

Fuck you and your attitude 

(that's right y'all) 

Fuck you and your attitude 

Freddie D and Paul Wall 

You know i am mad at you 

Fuck you and your attitude 

Ha ha