Slaughterhouse, Freeway - Sucka MC's lyrics

Sometimes you gotta wonder
Maybe it's the competitive nature of the game
The story kills them

This is the way the story goes
When you in it for the dough
And you swinging for the fence
Close friends'll turn to foes
Act just like hoes
Want you to get the dinner for 'em
Niggas trying to slow walk me but
I been up on 'em
Partly cause part of me got love for 'em
But a part of me got a slug for 'em
It's hard for me
He was there from the start of me
Shared gear see, part of me still cares
But part of me feels
He 'bout to come to my house to slaughter me
Wait 'til I hit the balcony
Then Dr martin me
This heart full of larceny
They think I'm the dollar tree
Since I'm the nigga with the
Weight and they ain't
They're like P90X trying to
Make me lose calories
State Prop chain-gang maintain salary
Freezer sends his goons through hourly
Devouring it's just the Philly in me
Word to Joey crack, jealous ones envy
Sucka MC's fuck haters, get cheese

I can see my friends turn green with envy
(Jealous ones envy, sucka MC's
Fuck haters, get cheese)

I said, with friends like these
Who needs enemies
Inside this evil industry, where the
Green breeds greed, envy, and schemes
And schemes Of B & E's and dreams
Of seeing me up under guillotines
But the desert eagle I'm bringing with
Me can be it's wings
It's supposed to be about respect
Your boys will watch you spend some
Of your dough and then they'll
Count the rest and bounce before
You can bounce a check he not jealous
He just wants you to split
Whatever you get with him
And all that he sees is all that
You bought and it sticks with him
The snake in the grass from
The garden of Eden, it bit him
The first recorded sin
For 4 to 10 to 25 to life
I can quote stories of lead from the top
Of my head like I don't write
Drunk and high on life
I learned to back up my own hype
When I had to steal back my own bike
Pastor's on me like "pass the collection
Plates" of white on rice
God fearing, my only flaw's my giving heart
It's not conducive to being
Frugal and living smart maybe I'll die dumb
Leaving behind a beautiful corpse
Known for my hand on my balls like Cy Young
Eyes numb from constantly staying open
And constantly being haunted by
Promises they broken
We supposed to get money

I can see my friends turn green with envy
(Jealous ones envy, sucka MC's
Fuck haters, get cheese)

The bottom of a vodka bottle
Describes my drink behavior
You're far from biblical scriptures if you're
Thinking a drink can save ya
What happens when your semen donor leaves
The streets to raise ya?
You raise your heat
Ready to go HAM like Lincoln Abra
Ay bruh, I know this stripper
Who was talking to this nigga
Who was talking while he tipped her
Bout the pitches and zippers he be
Flipping to get them chippers
He told her about his stash
Slip of the the tongue off the liquor
Yeah I used to dick her
Now I call her my play sister
Yeah, we can trust her
We can bust in on that
Buster while he's with her with a ski mask
Gloves and snubs doin it like a crook should
Slapped a bitch up a couple of
Times to make it look good
He said, "Damn, Crooked, you're frozen cold"
When I'm broke
These are the types of thoughts
That overload my dome
When I'm alone I done dirt that I
Never ever even told a soul
But my soul knows Ortiz
I need to slow my role

You little suckers, muh'fucker
I put a verse frm everyone a
You dud busters in Fuddruckers
Got swinging but going nowhere mud putters
Walking 'round all sour you
Little bud puffers
I'm done dudda, shottas, papa
I let the gun stutter, clap at booty, niggas
I gun butt ya
One mother, no father, no sisters no brother
Couple cousins, why bother, I'm
One of one plus, uh
Who gives a fuck about the next man
My jet land your face all blue
Orange you're mad like a Mets fan
I'm Brooklyn, like the Atlantic Ave nets and
I run with wildcats like the
Next season's Jets plans
Feel the fire like Rex man
You make one half of Smif
& Wessun sign to Russell
Man you're tech jam
Kuz it's rusty ain't been popped in forever
My Glock sever your top better not diddy-bop
Through my block in your lever pussy

I can see my friends turn green with envy
(Jealous ones envy, sucka MC's
Fuck haters, get cheese)