Suicide Bounce

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ayy, fellas I-I think you might wanna s-s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one Ayy, ladies Put the petroleum jelly on your face Ayo, Nas – We got a big bet in the streets that you knock their ass out in the first thirty seconds of the first round Get them! [Verse 1: Nas] Sitting up drunk, shuffling thoughts Got paper but I'm lost Losing focus, what a nigga 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 passed 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, tryna stay away from creeps With their bullshit, trying to put me back in the streets War stories, funerals Where Feds be laying, from a dreadful slaying Body viewings, at the wake Nigga 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 fucking with hunters Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips 'Cause real niggas die over dumb shit Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips 'Cause real niggas die over dumb shit [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Fight, fists, dance, sucker Suicide– bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch your– big– ass, momma Fight, fists, dance, sucker Suicide– bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch your– big– ass, momma [Verse 2: Nas] To your–power structure, Nas is dangerous Y'all the antithesis, the opposite Twitching shit, all up in your body language Mean mugging your bitch, 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, Nas shall reign 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 nigga you feed'll kick it to dude, that kick it to me We possess–the recipes for death The jealousy destroys, so feed the dog first Watch out for Salmonella poisoning I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food And say, "That's the way you kill a man, avoid the shooting" – hey [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Fight, fists, dance, sucker Suicide– bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch your– big– ass, momma Fight, fists, dance, sucker Suicide– bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch your– big– ass, momma [Bridge: Quan] You smile–in my face Secretly I know–you want my place You waiting on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe Want to come cut my throat, you want to get rid of me But before I let it happen, them guns gon' start clapping And y'all gon' rest in peace, because death is the recipe Before I let it happen, them guns gon' start clappin And y'all gon' rest in peace, because death is the recipe [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Suicide bounce, brother Suicide bounce, brother Suicide bounce, brother Suicide bounce, brother