Suicide Bounce (Clean Album Version)-Nas/Busta Rhymes

[00:00.00] 作词 : Baker, Fuller, Gibbs, Hawkes ... [00:02.77]Ay fellas [00:04.09]I think you might wanna s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one [00:08.83]Ay ladies [00:10.34]Put your petroleum jelly on your face [00:13.08]Yo Nas, we got a big bet in the streets [00:15.65]that you knock they ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round [00:18.40]GET 'EM! [00:19.09][Verse One: Nas] [00:19.90]Sittin up drunk, shufflin thoughts [00:20.96]Got paper but I'm lost [00:22.34]Losin focus what a nigga still hustlin for [00:25.02]My seed is straight, the fam is settled [00:27.08]Idle time get the man in trouble [00:28.52]When wifey tourin, my life get boring [00:30.90]Start to remember all types of torment [00:32.33]The devil's callin, but I don't answer [00:34.77]Mom passed from cancer, leavin behind [00:36.83]two granddaughters, two grandsons, two 9's [00:38.71]next to me in the Phantom, who lyin? [00:40.89]Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin [00:43.33]Gotta, try to stay away from creeps [00:45.08]With they bullshit, tryin to put me back in the streets [00:47.40]War stories, funerals [00:48.58]where feds be layin from a dreadful slayin [00:51.46]Body viewing's at the wake [00:53.65]Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket [00:56.09]with his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky [00:57.96]Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci [01:00.46]I'm above the standard [01:02.34]But dude just Mar-salis than Branford [01:04.52]Thinkin you're too rich, they wanna gun ya [01:06.40]Kidnap ya cause of they hunger, but you fuckin with hunters [01:08.53]Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips [01:10.65]Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit [01:12.40]Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips [01:14.71]Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit [01:17.28][Chorus 2X: Busta Rhymes] [01:18.71]Fight, fists, dance, suckah [01:20.21]Suicide, bounce, brother [01:21.21]Ice, whips, cash, nigga [01:22.65]Watch yo', big, ass, momma [01:24.09][Verse Two: Nas] [01:26.09] [01:34.09]To your, power structure, Nas is dangerous [01:35.96]Y'all the antithesis, the opposite [01:37.53]Twitchin shit, all up in your body language [01:39.84]Mean muggin your bitch, cause she leans over [01:42.34]to look closer told you y'all sloppy gangsters sayin [01:44.46]"Nas is this and Nas is that" [01:46.40]Your eyes go front, your eyes go back [01:48.40]Surprised I'm at the same place y'all be at [01:50.40]It's obvious you don't know how I react [01:52.40]Like, I don't know where the party's at [01:54.21]You're foamin at the mouth, losin breath [01:55.84]Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed [01:57.90]Cause the fact is, y'all don't really want it [02:01.21]Two to the head, fo' to the stomach [02:03.21]Call more security cause I come off [02:05.03]anywhere you at you scary cats [02:07.03]If you dare squeeze back, guns shall rain [02:09.09]a thousand times harder than when I first came [02:11.59]Y'all not relentless, y'all dumb [02:13.40]And y'all just forgot about the consequences [02:15.71]Not a jail sentence, but see [02:17.65]the nigga you feed'll kick it to dude that kick it to me [02:20.53]We posess, the recipes for death, cause jealousy destroys [02:23.84]Feed the dog first, watch out for salmonella poisoning [02:26.34]I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food [02:28.65]And say, "That's the way you kill a man, avoid the shooting" [02:31.84]Hey... [02:32.40][Chorus] [02:32.90][Outro] [02:36.47] [02:50.78]You smile, in my face [02:53.15]Secretly I know, you want my place [02:56.84]You waitin on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe [03:00.65]You wanna come cut my throat, you wanna get rid of me [03:05.09]But before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin [03:09.65]And y'all gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe [03:14.22]Before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin [03:17.72]And y'all gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe [03:24.84][Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother [03:37.53][Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother [03:45.59][Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother [03:52.47] [03:54.12][Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother