shut down Anyone with any sense had already left town He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts He moved across the mirrored room, "Set
't stop thinking bout. But your beauty got me suicidal Sean Kingston'd out. I'm bout to leave but I really think I should think it out, before I set her
[Music & Lyrics: P. Wagner] No way out - Suicide No way out - Suicide Help me, I must reach the border I run from the keepers of order They have locked
I lick 'em all like eighteen tits on nine chicks I'ma suicide risk, nine slits on each wrist If I die nine times the next go-around's a bitch And if
re ready to go Get reckless Dangerous Get reckless Mr. Curiousity Get reckless I'm furious Get reckless Mr. High Velocity Get reckless Dangerous Get reckless Mr. Curiousity Get reckless I'm furious Get
petrol can "Five pound please", I say to the man All set up an' ready to burn The wheel on my lighter just won't turn Suicide is a suicyclebbl Suicide is a suicyclebbl Suicide
' the strip Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she strip Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get
, Trae fin to shine on em If you ain't holding, move out the way while I recline on em I tend to get reckless, whenever my trunk get to rocking I rearrange
slow I can feel the breeze and let my leather seats show (Caddillac and Benz) For show Leanin' on voughes and a set of elbows (In my Caddillac and Benz) hatas outsold everywhere I go
to get them hoes in the back seat Got tired of that then he set some goals hoping that his rap shit would get him to the get-to-go never thinking what
know guys that get a thrill from the kill And other niggaz, who hold the greed to sling 'Frills' Demon's tryin' to take my soul away But they won't get
shut down Anyone with any sense had already left town He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts He moved across the mirrored room "Set
Chorus Third Verse (SPM): Another Mexican gangbanger A trigger happy ditch digger Set tripper, wig splitter Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival Vida loca, another word for suicidal
to the head of my victims Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin' They go through extreme measures to get 'em Them chains
about the monday your album drops, see if you'll survive im on the war path, best move aside otherwise say goodbye, 'cause its suicide when you go against
a man as far as you can throw 'em Never put ya fate at home, boy, y'all know 'em Never get in the herd, never get into church Never cook in your life
same Every mothafucker right here gotta jump on soul train Some go up, some go south Some get stuck in a realm with no way out Some get to hide, o.d.