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

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