Suicide lyrics

by

50 Cent


[DJ Drama]
See, don't consider these n*ggas your friends. I mean, you might not want even to call them associates. I heard y'all after I went down. Like "Dram's done." "You're supposed to do it the right way." What is the right way, n*gga? Oh I didn't help the game out? Oh, ok. Kill yourself!

[Fabolous in the background]
For all of ya'll I know you're feeling yourself
Yeah going against me is like killing yourself n*gga
Suicide it's a suicide, suicide it's a suicide

[Verse - Fabolous]
How you want it, in the abdomen or back?
Cause enemies poke you from the front, friends stab you in the back
The same n*ggas who trying to collab you on the track
But turn right around and try to crab you on the smack
Through the ups and downs I just try to stay level-headed
I hear a lot of bullsh*t but I never sweat it
Cause when you ask 'em 'bout it, They goin' say they never said it
They know if it's beef I let the Mac-11 dead it
And when I spit you could dig it like a shovel said it
You couldn't hear a hotter flow if the devil said it
I walk by 'em and wink
I don't feel T's Pain cause I never had to buy him a drink
Double shot of Loso baby, I am the drink
Tell em lay down on the couch baby, I am the shrink
I bring your lady home, but I got the 80 chromed
n*ggas go Tom Cruise crazy for the Katie Holmes
I know n*ggas living in the Fed
Who say don't look down unless she giving you some head
I'm driven by the bread, my push is the paper
I roll up like kush in the paper
I gotta be Kobe, you never see n*ggas like Smush in the paper
Unless he got pushed in the paper
So my n*ggas be on some bullsh*t, I call them the "Heat sweepers"
They ride around with the street sweepers
They murk you at the Grammys, but they kill you in the streets cheaper
Either way you 6 feet deeper
It's Loso, a.k.a the 1 Trump Plaza suite creeper
King size, double-G Gucci sheet sleeper
The kid blow shots, catch me in the kid robot
5 in the jersey, cause the kid so hot
Similar to Jason, you point at the guard/God
You must got an appointment with God
A meeting with Allah, or maybe a hot date with Satan
n*ggas is food, I got hot plates for hating
So when they bring the name up, They goin' say I came up
That sh*t alone be burning these f*cking lames up
Come through in a Bentley, just to turn the flames up
So you wanna take a shot? n*gga better aim up
Loso top shelf, n*gga I'm the betta liquor
Ain't goin' nowhere for a while, you could get a Snicker
I f*ck her quick, get her quicker
Ma momma said keep your tongue in your mouth unless you a letter licker
I'm getting money b*tch, but I ain't a cheddar tricker
Got the Texas toast meaning that my bread is thicker
As a young'n I was too cool to sweat a whore
Now I'm f*ckin pretty b*tches with them good credit scores
n*gga with mental loss can't forget I been a boss
Trying me is like bungeeing with dental floss, f*cker
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