Girl Talk - Suicide (Remix) lyrics

[Freeway:] Suicide remix! Team early! ASAP mob! [Hook: Freeway] It's a suicide, it's a suicide f**in' with my crew and I, it's a suicide It's a suicide, it's a suicide f**in' with my crew and I, it's a suicide It's a suicide, came here to blow I'm talkin' three squads and four years ago, prepared to flow n***a It's a suicide, came here to blow I'm talkin' three squads and four years ago, prepared to flow [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] This is sewer manure flow Scuba in my poolo flow Gangster, like the Yakuza eating a tuna roll Equivalent to a crew of crip n***as who doobie roll Suggest you don't stick out your chest like Janet at Super Bowl I almost k**ed them First you can recoup and then go regroup and get your crew And hopefully I can just do a show Told her we finished, yeah let the game pollute your soul He was worried about all the fame and the groupie hoes Big chains, talkin' bout c**aine that you done sold You ain't sell a damn thing, he was just ramping But back to this genocide, I mean suicide You can k** the world with your words, I'll let you decide Just some food for thought, n***a But back to these new j**els that I bought n***a Yeah, talk about my diamonds, how they frost n***a This a suicide for you lost n***as [Hook] [KRS-One Sample:] Suicide, it's a suicide buda bye bye Suicide, it's a suicide eh Suicide, it's a suicide buda bye bye Suicide, it's a suicide [Verse 2: Freeway] Tell them haters to die slow f** a convo I let the nine blow from the five-oh I'm a motherf**ing villain The definition is clear, you're a witness of a k**ing You heard the fuss we threw at major, put you in the minor leagues Most murderers, I been k**in' this since “The Dynasty” Rappers they catchin' by these [?] and burglaries Mans try to clap you ASAP, we got Ferg with us It can get ugly as Shabba Ranks, you mess with us Ridin' with your man, I'll put you in the church with him A hearse with him, put you on a “rest in peace” shirt with him Blast you like NASA, I'll take you off the earth with him Ghost like Casper, drop the ax into my turf again Saw me on the block, they swore I was moving work again Foreign the baby, some lady's giving birth again Ten bodies to the city morgue like I work for them, I'm hurtin' them [Hook]