[Intro: Juicy J] Play me some of that $uicide pimpin', man
[Verse 1: LIL CUT THROAT] You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you cross me, hoe Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pop!) Let the guns bang Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same "$avage" tatted on my face Grey ape Blazing while we hotbox Fuck a badge, fuck a cop, even if the K hot Watch me bust on any block Northside knotty Scope on the shotty Semi blow ya' body Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody Norf, Norf, East Side *59 Tony gripping Tommy Fuck around end up get your body, autopsy I be that walking zombie, bath salts Eating bodies Three choppa's and a shotty shooting everybody Cigarette wet Bumping Boosie Badazz On them drugs, jiggin’ Jaws locked—clinching Trigger finger itching if you think I’m kidding Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy Fuck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do Motherfuck you and (Ruby–) your punk friends too
[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY] Ruby Blunt lit, lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king I can hear my dead homies sing Now my eyes always hurtin', wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye Hol' up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool? Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002 What it do? Motherfucker, I'm a fool Ruby Da Cherry is cooling with goblins If you got a problem, then you better move From the womb to the tomb Busting out early, busting out soon Black out the city, I'm back on them 30s In 'bout twenty minutes we’ll be on the moon, uh Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck Slam my face against a pill to crush it up Government ID helps me get high Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a bright beam Lime green paint but the rims looking Spike Lee Mighty sloppy, might be cocky Am I in the right scene? Highly unlikely, and I'm willing to fucking bet Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet I’m a fucking vet I’m a motherfucking threat G*59 the set G*59 will make you sweat "I don’t give a fuck" is my fucking epithet Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gate 7th Ward by the lake 'till my death
[Outro] You'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night—get up in time to go to mass on Sunday Morning, and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
