South Side Suicide (Remix)

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J-MAC

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This that real hip hop
That pull up get your shit rocked
Drop a couple thousand on a mother fucking wrist watch 
Slit your fucking throat and make your mother fucking bitch watch 
Feel like alfred hitchcock i'm a fuckin psycho when i walk up in the spot 
Got a lot of haters cuz i'm headed to the top
Motherfuck a cop
Breaking down doors so motherfuck a lock 
Give a f*ck about a law
You know we go hard
We wild like a barn
And you know that we won't stop 
All thicc bitches, gripping hidden switches
Came from rags to riches but i'll make my bitch the richest 
If i have to
Needle in your skin like a tattoo
Feelin like I'm Denzel with the taboo 
All my boys go nuts like cashews
But we bouta cash out 
On some Raf shoes
We some baboons 
But we got gorillas 
Corny ass rappers claiming that they'll kill us 
Now i'm rocking jordan's but i came from rocking filas 
Send me to the hospital you know that i'm the illest
All of us untouchable ain't no one can feel us
I might kill a pussy i can put that on grave, overdosed once
And they think that i'm insane, take oxys to the brain
With some codeine to the face, hope my shit ain't laced
Not tryna meet my fate, put an end to my name
Before i change the game, before i reach the fame
Homicidal thoughts running through my mind
Running out of luck yeah i'm running out of time
Only way to escape is to hide behind my rhymes
Lock a young boul i was holding dimes
I hide behind my lies 
I ain't dead yet but not sure if i'm alive 
South jersey serpent 
Bitch i'm on a roll
Wherever i go, all the bitches foll-ow
I won't ever fall off i'm already the goat
Smoking on some dro, take it to the throat
Get high when i'm low
Never would be shit without help from my bros
I don't need no hoes
Got no time for those
Talk down on my boys and i'll fill you  up with holes
That's the way it goes 
Didn't have no money until Marino's
I was making dough just to make some dough 
Rolling through my city i ain't ever alone
Your girl be on my phone
Begging me to bone
Everybody hate me cuz they know that i'm up next
Triple digit checks and i couldn't care less 
Might use it just to flex
Might spend it on your ex 
I could spend a hundred thousand and still not be in debt 
Lookout for me on your radio station
Even when up all these pussies still hating
Smoke in my face leave my eyes looking asian
Spitting straight fire my studio blazing

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