Quan - Suicide Bounce lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ay fellas I-I think you might wanna s-s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one Ay ladies Put the petroleum jelly on your face Ayo Nas, we got a big bet in the streets that you knock their a** out in the first 30 seconds of the first round Get them! [Verse One: Nas] Sitting up drunk, shuffling thoughts Got paper but I'm lost Losing focus, what a n***a still hustling for? My seed is straight, the family's 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 Mom pa**ed from cancer, leaving behind Two granddaughters, two grandsons, two nines Next to me in the Phantom, who lying? Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin Dada, trying to stay away from creeps With their bullsh**, trying to put me back in the streets War stories, funerals Where Feds be laying, from a dreadful slaying Body viewings, at the wake n***a sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket With his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci I'm above the standard But dudes is more zealous than Branford Thinking you're too rich, they want to gun ya Kidnap ya, cause of they hunger, but you f**ing with hunters Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips Cause real n***as die over dumb sh** Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips Cause real n***as die over dumb sh** [Hook (x2): Busta Rhymes] Fight, fists, dance, s**er Suicide, bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, n***a Watch your, big, a**, momma [Verse Two: Nas] To your, power structure, Nas is dangerous Y'all the antithesis, the opposite Twitching sh**, all up in your body language Mean mugging your b**h, because she leans over To look closer , told you: "Y'all sloppy gangsters", saying: "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 foaming at the mouth, losing breath Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed Because the fact is, y'all don't really want it Two to the head, four to the stomach Call more security because, I come off Anywhere you 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 n***a you feed'll kick it to dude, that kick it to me We posess, the recipes for d**h, because jealousy destroys Feed the dog first, watch out for Salmonella poisoning I know a kid who'll throw sh** in your food And say: "That's the way you k** a man Avoid the shooting", hey {*echo* x4} [Hook (x2): Busta Rhymes] Fight, fists, dance, s**er Suicide, bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, n***a Watch your, big, a**, momma [Outro: Quan, (Busta Rhymes)] You smile, in my face Secretly I know, you want my place You waiting on me to choke, don't want a n***a to breathe Want to come cut my throat, you want to get rid of me But before I let it happen, them guns going to start clapping And y'all going to rest in peace, because d**h is the recipe Before I let it happen them guns going to start clappin And y'all going to rest in peace, because d**h is the recipe (Suicide, bounce, brother) (x4)