Redman Suicide (Prod By Adam Deitch And Chris "max" Pinset) Lyrics

[Intro: Redman (Blam)]
Gilla, yeah!
Man, f___ that, n____!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Yes, sir!
Gilla House!
You already know the business, n____!
Gilla House, n____!

[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo, you ain't gotta' ask, dog - who am I?
I walk in the street, my middle finger in the sky
And ever since a young boy, I had the hunger in my eye
So when you cut the check, if you don't gimmie mine

[Chorus: Blam]
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
If you want that GRIT
And you're about the DOUGH
Better do it like a G, baby!

[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]
They call me crazzzzzzzzzay
I walk around like I just don't care
Once you get a grip
If I have to, I'll grab my fifth
And throw s___ up, put your hands in the air
I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire!
(Gilla goodie with the glamour)
(Now it's time to bust!)
(Know what it is, when you're f___in' wit' us!)

[Chorus: Blam]
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
If you want that GRIT
And you're about the DOUGH
Better do it like a G, baby!

[Verse 2: Redman]
Redman, +Bak Inda Buildin'+ -- YES!
I got strippers on the pole
They like "Aiiiiiyyyo!"
n____, I got flow
My jewels is drippin'
All on the nuts, 'cause I do s___ different
Doc is chillin', Jerz is chillin'
What can I say - f___ your feelin's
Dog, if you broke, you got it wrong
I'm tryna be +Paid In Full+ like Mitch's home, n____!
Ring the alarm, Redman crack
And if you get sleepy, then go take a nap!
My boys in the 'Lac, I'm right there wit' 'em
They ask, "What's that?"
"This s___ here, n____?"
"This s___ here, n____?"
This s___ called Def SQUAD, proceed to rock your project!
You far from a threat like "Who is you?"
Better relax and say "What's up, baby boo?"

[Verse 3: Redman]
Understand that Gilla House
+Bak Inda Buildin'+ -- YES!
If you can't get a job, I feel your stress!
You can smell the +Funk+, when the +Master Flex+
It's underground, n____ - +Protect Ya Neck+
Yeah, Bricks is chillin', Staten chillin'
What can we say - f___ your feelings!
Big girls like "Redman the s___!"
I had dreams of f___in' me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!)
Let's do this, +Red Gone Wild+
I'm like a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle
Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to play me
For that +C.R.E.A.M.+, I get a little
crazzzzzzzzzzzzay!
Yeah, my attitude is rude like "f___ you, pay me!"
Stay on my grind
I'll show you how to make 100 thou' from a dime!
f___in' wit' mine
It's a - SUICIDE!