Reef the Lost Cauze, Slaine, King Magnetic - Suicide Slang lyrics

Yeah 1-2
1-2 yeah blam! You know what I'm saying? I'm
Killin' like 45 niggas a day son you
Wake up in the morning
Shoot motherfuckers in the
Face let's get it this is real

Welcome to the sound of pain
Pounds and 'caine
I skeet skeet off in the mouths of babes
I'm to blame for arrests and riots
Every three seconds, a tec fired
Death defyin', I am a tyrant
Pryo maniac, set to fire
You flamin', watch your man melt
Get your hand dealt, my hammer is hand held
I'll beat your face in till my hand swells
Slang drugs to music
Nothing that I can't sell i hustle I pimp
I grizzle I trick
Extra P, the pistol and piff
The Axe, The Shovel, The Sickle, The Stick
Gravedigga, I'm made nigga
You live on my dick like a pubic
My mind like the Rubix
Cube my dude slang fluff white like Cool Whip
Nasal cavity crack and you'll drip
I'm all 'bout the drama
The nonsense the bullshit
I don't give a fuck who you
Are or who you with
I'm a gangsta pumpin' Gang Starr Full Clip

Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
(no lies)
Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye
(in the eye) what, you a cop or somethin'?
Get dropped for frontin'
Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit
Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
(no lies)
Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye
(in the eye) what, you a cop or somethin'?
Get dropped for frontin'
Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit

Condition my health to grow
Within these risky times
Position myself to blow without a 69
Bad Boy in the county
Now they strippin' Shyne vickin' mines
Mixin' line got me liftin' nines
Rippin' guys as soon as I shoot it
Consuming the music
Maneuverin' through it with humorous new shit
And numerous movements, Hoover induces
Move and produces abusin' the truces
Truth is, we losin' the future
Rules will shoot ya
Either way the pain relay
Cops canvas where we pitch like a rain delay
Aim the tray like a waiter
A bus boy a caterer
Baitin' ya to spend a little paper
While you waitin' for the
Maker of the masterpiece
Classic B, half of me
Folded in the cut like a plastic crease
Drastically it's murdered over master beats
Grab the piece now they not gangsta
Like Master P

Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
(no lies)
Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye
(in the eye) what, you a cop or somethin'?
Get dropped for frontin'
Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit
Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
(no lies)
Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye
(in the eye) what, you a cop or somethin'?
Get dropped for frontin'
Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit

I'm ready and focused
Approachin' the road to the riches
It was then being hopeless
Loaded with cold blooded bitches
Soldiers are moldin' my scriptures
Homies that holed up in ditches
That souls that told me to spit
This and flow like nobody's business
I've been over this over and over
So what I'm vicious
Swollen boulders and baking soda the
Odor was just as
Sickening as you could picture
The smell of it keeps gettin' thicker
The world's in total disorder
So my mode is reflected
You can loath or respect it
Love it and know that it's hectic
You can hate it debate it
You still promoted my record
When you stated my name and said
"The White Man's The Devil"
And why not stay in my lane and
Build my hype to that level?
Pens pissy with power, paper raded with ink
I ain't afraid of nothin' so I
Always say what I think
From the bowels of corruption
Street corners painted with pain
Remain the same
Insane till the day that I'm Slaine

Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
(no lies)
Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye
(in the eye) what, you a cop or somethin'?
Get dropped for frontin'
Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit
Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
(no lies)
Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye
(in the eye) what, you a cop or somethin'?
Get dropped for frontin'
Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit