A lot of niggaz talkin reckless
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But if you wasn't from the hood you wouldn't understand what it is
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Y'knahmsayin? We gon' clear it up right now
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A lot of reckless talk out there
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I'ma let y'all know my Family in tact
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My whole Family in tact
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My First Family in tact... for life (Marxmen!)
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[Teflon]
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Yo! You ever look into the eyes of the Grim Reaper?
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Watch a man die when the shots fly and the shit heat up?
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You in deep but, it's too late to back out
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And now it's like your whole life is under a black cloud
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Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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And you always swore before you wasn't scared to die
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But take a look in your eyes, and see the fear in 'em
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You know them niggaz comin they came here to get him
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And they ain't playin with him, they aim and spittin
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Give him a closed casket, they plain sicker than Ol' Bastard
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If only he can go backwards, to the days
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and change when he used to throw those ratchets in nigga's face
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Stole packages, from nigga's place of business
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When they was tryin to make a livin, they ain't forgive him
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And niggaz stay forgettin, so as soon as he came home
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from state prison niggaz came and hit him
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[Chorus]
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(Suicide, it's a suicide)
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When you don't know who to try cause, even you could die cause
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(Suicide, it's a suicide)
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Gotta rely on your wits, can't get caught up in the mix kid
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(Suicide) Right or left, choose a side
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Life or death, you might be the next dude to die (Marxmen, Marxmen)
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What's your next step? I'll let you decide
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(Suicide... Marxmen)
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[Teflon]
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Yo, it was a chick named Dawn, she used to get it on
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Honey had niggaz slippin money up in her thong
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At the strip club givin dubs, 20 a song
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And if the price was right she might come with him home
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She was fuckin one of the customers, Asam Allah
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Dude was a fool, used to walk with her under the arm
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Used to take her to Jamaica, lay with her under the palm
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Treat her like a queen, really all he was was a pawn
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She only seen him as John, he ain't mean nothin to her
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She was just leadin him on, he just feedin into the con
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All along, and he felt that that was real and nobody could try it
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She came home and gave homes the virus
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She got nice, can't turn a ho to a housewife
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And he stabbin it raw dog, gamblin without dice
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Now he ready to snuff out her life
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Cause the AIDS results back, they ain't come out right
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[Chorus]
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[Teflon]
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They used to meet up every night, at the gamblin spot
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After all the block business was finished of scramblin rock
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They'll meet up at the spot, get a couple of drinks
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All the fly cars in Bronx pullin up in they mix
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Lock the door, buy the bar out, this is our house
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Everybody's laughin, there's cash in large amounts
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They tappin glasses, toutin it's a family thing
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Catch a case won't nobody in the family sing
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That's what they think, all along they all was wrong
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It was a dude with a device strapped to him recordin
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every convo that they had, where they sellin, where they scorin
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Dude got knocked before but said he got off with a warnin
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And they ain't get the message 'til the next mornin
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When detectives stormed in the door, arrest 'em and took 'em all in
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Now what they wanna know is who put the call in
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Toss him off the bridge and turn his kids to orphans
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(Marxmen!)
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Suicide
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M.O.P. |