Back to suicide, oho Fall back on, fall back on, fall back on suicide [Chorus:] Now you spread your wings to fly Tomorrow you fall back on suicide Now
guns to become one to die young Because the world is filled with hatred And they aim to blame our sons And I done seen down the barrel of a strap before
know I keep it real from head to toe I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos came back to
comes from right here on Earth Slim Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland, Slim Shady Misdemeanor I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel
barrel's the beak My perilous fleece, I'ma throw on them diamonds I'm a pharaoh deceased, like a spawn was rhymin And, I would advice ya not attempt to New (Temptations), the gun
comes from right here on Earth Slim Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland, Slim Shady, Misdemeanor I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel
....alright Missy Elliot, Timbo, c'mon, yo Verse 1: I'm homicidal, and suicidal, with no friends holdin a gun with no handles, just a barrel at
your name stuck on his windscreen Barclaycard and Visa I'll think of a girl I knew back when Said money could not please her Is his name double-barreled like my gun
tested, this nigga manhood To see if he was a true nigga, so I pulled out my gun Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger Ha ha, barrel
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way We figured we'd go down to New Orleans We were barrelling'
or martin gotta do something to win it Must do something to win it So this empire strikes back Pack that chrome because they send fire right back Back
me a gun Go back into my room I'm gonna get me a gun One with a barrel or two You know I'm better off dead than Singing these suicide blues
yehh, and give me a hand, give me a ride, im slidin on the highway, there a curve in the road, i dont kno where im goin" Chorus: Royce killin them gun
your malcom or martin gotta do something to win it Must do something to win it So this empire strikes back Pack that chrome because they send fire right back Back
Feel the heat nigga, shit abouta back lash In the streets smokin dro through a gas mask I had to trade in my roli and my cross piece For automatics, ammo I (*gun
