Suicide Homicide Lyrics - Gucci Mane
1 You decide to keen your pride
2 I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
3 Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
4 24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
5 Lost a real nigga why you go to the station
6 Dam D-mars why these fuck niggas hating
7 Can't be pussy why god had to take 'em
8 Free my nigga Moe 25 years he facing
9 I'm from the Grove Street, that's my nation.
10 Hoes on point, never lose a concentration
11 New black 'rari, got a nigga try and race it.
12 Fresh off probabation, say whats up to the Haitians.
13 Solo rotation, got a nigga gon' point.
14 Case of the case, when this shit gon' stop
15 Run up on me(Cl-cl-cl-)POW! POW! Man bout to drop
16 I'm a Brick Squad crop. The crowd screamin' Waka Flock!
17 Man you rad! Dude you go hard!
18 I yelled out squad! Crowd yell out squad!
19 I'm livin' at hell, I'm only scared of God
20 Suicide paint, suicide rims
21 Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends
22 Suicide bitches they will kill for a nigga
23 Call it suicide run upon me for a nigga
24 Homicide purp', homicide vert
25 Homicide your ass and put your ass on a shirt
26 Homicide ice, homicide life
27 Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up.
28 Imma rich man sparking, a rich man coughin
29 Dead man walkin, dead man talkin'
30 I'm the man with the grams, get your bags get your weight
31 Call me Bakerman, 'cause I can bake a cake Gucci
32 Drop top rarri, call it headless horseman
33 Cooking up babies, call that shit abortion
34 Roaming through the 6 like a mothafuckin' orphan
35 I think I killed your roll dog and put him in a coffin
36 When its on again grab a tone again
37 No pad or pen I gotta win
38 BSM and 1017 my whole squad be going in
39 Suicide is a homicide
40 I smoke so much my brain is fried
41 Ferrari boyz and Ferrari toys
42 Pullin' up lookin' like the gotti boyz
43 Suicide paint, suicide rims
44 Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends
45 Suicide bitches they will kill for a nigga
46 Call it suicide run upon me for a nigga
47 Homicide purp, homicide vert
48 Homicide your ass and put your ass on a shirt
49 Homicide ice, homicide life
50 Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up.
51 Doors go up we just call it suicide
52 I ain't playin, I'm just praying its a homicide
53 Its 1017 that mean its time for BSM
54 Bread to win, that's for Pop Joe and Bos and Bim
55 Test what, test that, test this
56 Your bet your real lab rat I'll let a test bit
57 Running with the cannon I ain't talkin' nick
58 I put 7 on your chest like Emm dot VICK
59 Murder nigga, murder nigga
60 Real short fuse I hurta nigga
61 Wood Da Kid, Wooh Da King
62 I'm married to my strap and I don't need a ring
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