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