Suicide (Part 2) (Feat. Paul Cain & Freck Billionaire)
[Hook: Fabolous] For all of y'all, know you feeling yourself Going against me is like killing yourself It's a, suicide it's a suicide It's a what? Suicide it's a suicide It's a what? Suicide it's a suicide It's a what? Suicide it's a suicide It's a suicide, It's a suicide
[Verse One: Paul Cain] For all of y'all I know you feeling yourself Going against me is like killing yourself You've seen hot cars, you ain't never wheel 'em yourself You've seen money, but never took a million yourself You've seen things stole, you ain't never steal 'em yourself You've seen drugs sold, you ain't never deal 'em yourself You've seen men die, you ain't never kill 'em yourself But you the realist right? Nigga you ain't real wit yourself What I spit, I don't do it for a deal or for wealth The fans dig it, when you spit what's real and your felt Trust and believe that, they know when he raps It's trill talk, he really lived it if he speak that The hood favorite, they could all relate They really saw me walk the pavement, the dope boy that made it So all the bragging and your tough talk, save it Spare me the details, I'm not in amazement Dick, I've seen better done more shit I really seen cheddar slung raw, I did the things you just saw Your net worth, shit I made that on one tour And this is back in '04, what I got to front for? Nigga that's no lie, no joke, no game No fabrication, last name must be Cobain Must be on cocain, cause for you to ride Along with those stupid guys, against us is suicide
[Verse Two: Freck Billionaire] If I get bucked, cause a nigga testify Same nigga might as well swallow pesticide West Philly Freck, I'm a Street Family member AKA Torquise Blue Lamby spinner Yeah I ball with no roof like a stadium Preferably I been seen with a lady friend And the hoes know Freck, I'm only out for sex I cum first like "A" up in the alphabet When I hit the shop, the niggas seen me spend it all I make them hating ass niggas wanna end it all Just face it playa, you ain't got to clout yet You might as well stick a fork up in a outlet I got the stacks so high I could barricade Got the stock on deck like Ameritrade You hating ass niggas should just share a blade Suicide music, this is just a serenade
[Verse Three: Fabolous] When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I doubt the man upstairs would let you blow a L Don't make sense walkin in Heaven like "what's goodie?" Dressed in black, with black Tim's and black hoodies So, your boy back like I'm revenge or something Lock yourself in the garage with the engine running Or you could sky dive with no parachute Play Russian Roulette with a .9, don't be scared to shoot Use your chain to strangle yourself You faggots in the closet, coat hanger yourself They said "try me", bitch they musta told you wrong You rather fuck Magic with no Trojan on Whoever said you got a shot is tryna load you wrong I'm a battlefield that you don't send a soldier on Word to mama, they call my flow Osama Your future look as bright as a suicide bomber My co-defendants names are DJ Drama Kobe, Cain, Mr. 10-Digits-and-3-comas And my nigga Rojo, respect my congloma' Sleep is the cousin of death, and y'all got on pajamas Nigga you gon sow just like you reap The old folks'll say "you look just like you sleep" No TLC, I just like to creep The black box in the plane look just like my jeep Yeah, I be where the crash at My Twitter location is "Where The Cash At" Niggas get camera shy when you flash that Stop recycling rhymes and just trash that