Intro: Big Luh TRX, BIN5U & Rasta T] Back in the house for the '94 (You did good, $lick) ([?]) ([?]) [Verse 1: Romeo da Black Rose] I-I-I feel like Princess Peach, rose gold on my Mercedes (Uh) Rose gold on my bitch, lookin' like her name Mercedes (Yeah, yeah) I need a ho who down, one who'll ask, "What up, ladies?" (What up?) Switched out the friendly smile with a face that reads, "Fuck you, pay me" (Two to beam up, Scotty) Ain't got rabies, I just overdosed off coke and dope, I know they hope I died (Yeah, yeah) My back is achin' from holdin' the underground down evеr since we dropped "High Tidе" (Yeah, sheesh) Standin' in my grave like I ain't 5'9 (Grey) One more minute 'til the hours done, I'll take my time (Fuck off) Fake my pride, it's really all about state of mind Reality reflectin' the state of your nervous system Listenin' in on your bitchin', it sounds like you belong in the kitchen I ain't got time (Nah) Sui-suicide made a whole culture that's based on dyin' (Yeah) Another cult member showed up early just so they could wait in line Monaleo 'Don Who Leo' Official Lyrics &... [Verse 2: Big Luh TRX] Wetto in that TRX, higher than the upper deck The way she suck my dick, I'm rubberneckin' at her rubber neck (Yeah) Christians holler, "What the heck?" I call me to cut my check Overdosin' off the dope and still ain't feelin' nothin' yet (Okay, okay, okay) (Two to beam up, Scotty) Glock 19 with the red dot beam Fuck rappin', when I'm shootin', I'm at my best Police come, take the AK out Aim that motherfucker straight right at his chest (Brrt) Talking 'bout killin' got my dick gettin' hard Smoke got me paranoid, so I smoke some more When they bury me put the scripts in my jacket Hoes in my casket, think I need four? (Yeah, yeah) Oh, oh, oh, walkin' this beat (North) Face lookin' like ain't nothin' I ain't seen (North, North) Dogs in my lungs every time that I breathe (North, North) I'm a fiend for the war, I'ma breed they can't be (North, North) Say what I mean, lie when I speak (North, North) If an opp die before we can meet (North, North) I'll catch them in hell and I'll send him to Heaven (North, North) Not even his God can fuckin' protect him (North, North) Got bitches that love me that I don't remember (North, North) My gang members 'round me in every direction, it's su- (North, North) [Outro: Rasta T] ([?])
[Intro: Freddie Dredd] Kill yourself, kill yourself Kill yourself, kill yourself [Hook: Freddie Dredd] Kill yourself, kill yourself Kill yourself, kill yourself Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself [Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry] They figured me a dead motherfucker Calling me James $pleen without a cause of death I be the Reaper with the black hood on his head Yung $now with the blood-red sled Puppet Master, bodies hangin' on a thread, motherfucker Got a grey blade tatted on my wrist I don't really need to cut it anymore, and I don't really need a bitch Let her rot in the hole, months later she was found Just a skull, she was missin' all her bones Got her headless skeleton hangin' on my wall, looking elegant Black suede element, packing blades, lacking Benjamins Horns on my head, looking like the tusks of a grey elephant Looking for my medicine, pluckin' the bud off of a nug Roll it up in a blunt, now I feel fucking dead again Looking for a place to belong, so I say, "Fuck God, fuck the motherfucking president" Address the American residents With just a knife and the help of a relative Yeah, that's $lick $loth Both of us buried, "Ruby da Cherry" under a criss-crossed cross Covered up with a little bit of moss Looking like a glossed-out Yung Jack Frost Paid the cost to be the boss, now I ain't fucking dead But my life has been lost, uh [Hook: Freddie Dredd] Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself [Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry] They figure me a dead motherfucker But I'm just a motherfucker that wanna be dead Snow Leopard with the lead in his head, turnin' me into a sweater Bitches use me as their fucking bedspread I be the silhouette of a sunset Smoke a cigarette while I compress my depression Stare into the violet fluorescent lights, makes me violent I'm tryna get the highest I can get before I overdose and die My ribs are nothing but an empty cage, black hole in my chest Big bang, Yung Plague on the tip of a wave In my head, I feel like I'm a guest, so I'ma throw it all away Because when I am dead, I will be nothing decomposin' in a grave I'm matter, but I don't matter I can feel my skull shatter from the dull chatter Brain splattered on the wall Grey stains won't dissolve, gonna have to paint it all [Hook: Freddie Dredd] Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself Kill yourself, no one help Kill yourself [Verse 3: $crim] Always boasting my emotions on how I'm so fucking broken Think I'm joking when I'm talkin' about blowing my head open 'Til the moment you walk in and find my body motionless Wrists slit, thoughts of $licky falling in an open pit, shit Always burn my bridges 'cause I'd rather fall in ditches If life's a game of inches, then my dick has been the biggest And my goal's to fuck the world until that motherfucker's twitchin' Lane switchin', same mission, to die and blame my addiction, bitch Isn't it so convincing how I'm breathin' down yo' neck? Junkies in the back, loadin' up the TEC Fuck her one time, now I'm done Homicide any time for the thrill One, two, three, four pills You know a junkie can't afford to get ill See me? I don't fuck with you suckers They call me the shooter like I play for Rucker Smokey on Friday, they call me Chris Tucker I swear on my life, I don't fuck with you fuckers $uicide, cock it back one time, and I shoot it Keep it lowkey, always gotta keep it moving Bitches be worried 'bout what I am doing 'Cause they love $licky so much all because of my music It's the MAC with the gat, that goes click-clack Shoot a motherfuckers back, brains go splat No time for a rat, ho
