these words were not spoken Everytime I fall you're here, to deepen that knife So empty, so careless, so useless, so condiscendent, so blind But I'm still alive So
my H-K it holds 80 rounds So when you move be careful and don't play And watch for the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x8) (verse two) So shut
face But, that's to keep a man from crying Cause deep down inside, I know I'm dying I'm born for it, gon' take some time to getting used to And satan
-eyed bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7
for the pecos came back to California now it's time to roll I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank my uncle was a balla from around the way so
true to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons (Chorus 2x) (Rick Ross) I started sellin weed dreamin of a 7-3 Dat didnt cut it so fuck it we out
functioning and feeling fantastic i know my people cry a river and its alrite to cry but dont commit suicide you cant make it to heaven takin your own life so
to ask for help. so is life worth living, should i blast myself? [Verse 1] tell me where to go to get a piece of mind cause all i see is suicide receiving
trying to get inside Access Denied ACCESS DENIED(6x) (King Gordy) How many times must you die just to live? Suicide's on your mind so you kill
re trying to get inside Access Denied ACCESS DENIED(6x) (King Gordy) How many times must you die just to live? Suicide's on your mind so you kill Your
R-Y-M, you know the name I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein Positive brothers ain't gotta be soft It's time to start knockin' you
got so complicated, then I graduated haters so mad I made it how could I fly so high only to feel so low how do they live so fast only to grow so slow
guns are treasures they will bear In the summer heat The world is spinning round and round out of control again The 7-11 to the fear of breaking down So
, when the living become the dead Father killing mother, daughter, son suicide pact Butchers black 24/7, a sign of the times Self-destruction, self destruction
-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide 10 9 8 7
do this; I would love for this shit to last So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass And all's well that ends ok? So I'll end
this I would love for this shit to last So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won?t forget my ass All?s well that end?s ok So I?ll end this shit
gunpoint Trying to jack my ride And if I try to run God knows it would only be suicide So I better stay But they still gonna try to pull my car So I
