Suicide Bounce Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Ay fellas, I think you might wanna 

S-sneak your ratchet in here for this one 

Ay ladies, put your petroleum jelly on your face 

Yo nas, we got a big bet in the streets that you knock 

They ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round, get 'em 

Sittin' up drunk, shufflin' thoughts 

Got paper but I'm lost 

Losin' focus what a nigga still hustlin' for 

My seed is straight, the fam is settled 

Idle time get the man in trouble 

When wifey tourin', my life get borin' 

Start to remember all types of torment 

The Devil's callin', but I don't answer 

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Mom passed from cancer, leavin' behind 

Two granddaughters, two grandsons, two 9's 

Next to me in the phantom, who lyin'? 

Big screen documentaries of Adi Amain 

Gotta, try to stay away from creeps 

With they bullshit, tryin' to put me back in the streets 

War stories, funerals 

Where feds be layin' from a dreadful slayin' 

Body viewing's at the wake 

Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket 

With his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky 

Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci 

Photos 

I'm above the standard 

But dude just mar-salis than Bradford 

Thinkin' you're too rich, they wanna gun ya 

Kidnap ya 'cause of they hunger, but you fuckin' with hunters 

Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips 

'Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit 

Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips 

'Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit 

Fight, fists, dance, suckah 

Suicide, bounce, brother 

Ice, whips, cash, nigga 

Watch yo' big ass, momma 

Fight, fists, dance, suckah 

Suicide, bounce, brother 

Ice, whips, cash, nigga 

Watch yo' big ass, momma 

To your power structure, Nas is dangerous 

Y'all the antithesis, the opposite 

Twitchin' shit, all up in your body language 

Mean muggin' your bitch, 'cause she leans over 

To look closer told you y'all sloppy gangsters sayin' 

"Nas is this and nas is that" 

Your eyes go front, your eyes go back 

Surprised I'm at the same place y'all be at 

It's obvious you don't know how I react 

Like I don't know where the party's at 

You're foamin' at the mouth, losin' breath 

Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed 

'Cause the fact is, y'all don't really want it 

Two to the head, fo' to the stomach 

Call more security 'cause I come off 

Anywhere you're at you scary cats 

If you dare squeeze back, guns shall rain 

A thousand times harder than when I first came, y'all not relentless 

Y'all dumb and y'all just forgot about the consequences 

Not a jail sentence but see the nigga you feed'll 

Kick it to dude that kick it to me 

We possess, the recipes for death, 'cause jealousy destroys 

Feed the dog first, watch out for salmonella poisoning 

I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food 

And say, "That's the way you kill a man, avoid the shooting" 

Fight, fists, dance, suckah 

Suicide, bounce, brother 

Ice, whips, cash, nigga 

Watch yo' big ass, momma 

Fight, fists, dance, suckah 

Suicide, bounce, brother 

Ice, whips, cash, nigga 

Watch yo' big ass, momma 

You smile in my face, secretly I know, you want my place 

You waitin' on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe 

Wanna come cut my throat, you wanna get rid of me 

But before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin' 

And y'all gon' rest in peace, 'cause death is the recipe 

Before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin' 

And y'all gon' rest in peace, 'cause death is the recipe 

Suicide, bounce, brother 

Suicide, bounce, brother 

Suicide, bounce, brother 

Suicide, bounce, brother