Budd Dwyer - Black $uicide lyrics

{verse 1: Scrim} Steady ridin low Eyes steady swole Feel like d**h row, 1994 $uicide tears, drippin off on mothers Bullets in the chamber of the pistol in the cupboard Got a couple black tees, with that indo sparkin b**h dint even look my way cus I f**in hate talkin Got them spinners on a hearse, b**hes fo dessert Pour me up a four, I'm sippin codeine till the dirt [Verse 2: oddy] Ridin round tex(as) in a lex(us) wit a florida liscense plate Outta state, eatin grapes, blowin dank, no yay, b**h Dry as f**in weed Slick, havin the panic attack with the mac in his lap And now you makin beats Smurf in the back gonna get some sleep Gas tank on E, another state, all me so i set Cool breeze lookin at the moon and then i turn Into a goon im doin what i please Throwin up some f**in threes [Verse 3: Black Smurf] Slide in deep while I'm tipped Tryna run cash up Steady fienin' more income like Damn bro what I gotta do to get out of these problems I'm facing? Light a smooth J in my right hand Got b**hes just like U2 (you too?) Get the cash man I didn't always have for the cab man Ain't no tellin' what a n***a do to you Shake your hand, or just shoot through you I'm the man that you show respect Receive crew to through Either that, or get that a** fanned up Matter fact, I rather run bands up Meet the pocket chopper, mini rocket-launcher Stay out the way or get backed up, n***a