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[VERSE I: LIL WAAAAAA]
i apologize for getting half of the rap game hooked on getting high
ruby done made everyone wanna die
the cult of the GREY*59
make up your mind
$UICIDE
two of a kind unified
i'm taking what's mine
the choppa, the uzi, the TEC or the AR
seen you on my radar
i'll aim for your spine
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
do you know that that mean?
i can keep all my money from streams and shows and selling t's
just a white boy with his wrist cut
been fucked
now i'm making big bucks
been had my dick sucked

[VERSE II: Tony with the Tommy]
hold up
stop
gunfire in the air
motherfuckers in my hood don't care
it don't stop there
empty the clip
it don't matter if you laying dead
whoa now
chill, dog
fuck that
i'm a savage i was raised with my brain half damaged
wanna kill 'em all
it's my right of passage to leave all these sons like some bastards
okay got the AK
what a punk say when he wanna play?
slick known to bring the melee
make 'em runaway like it's mayday
you don't wanna see me when i'm high
hit 'em with a drive by while i'm hollering out GREY
better pick a fucking side
fucking with the *59 will have you ass sleeping in a blank grave

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

IF SELF-DESTRUCTION WAS AN OLYMPIC EVENT, I'D BE TONYA HARDING

LYRICS-
[VERSE I: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]

when i die auction off all my body parts
lets see what oddy costs
under my skull the shotty's cross
got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal
making so much money it's like my boss is the devil
she loved me she loves not i done ran out of petals
littered the ground with rose bits ill grip this thorny stem forever
a portrait of my pain an homage to my suffering
same tale i been uncovering
im staining the whole world grey yall get back to coloring
in this mental prison im locked up like a pitbulls jaw

[VERSE II: HALF CIG]

Slickity slickity sloth
Thug Bach
Shoot up the mass
It will B minor
Jabbing my arm no Pfizer
Dick cuffed like it cum with priors
Liars, All around me talking hugs and love
Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust
Fuck
That’s some hard mother fucking truth
Still contemplating suicide
Just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt
Call a skank up
To pretend she love me
“But I do love you”
hoe don’t talk while you fucking sucking

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
uhhhh
should we?
i...
that was a lil short bruh

[HALF CIG]
well 
fuck, bro

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
can we?

[HALF CIG]:
i just did 8 bars cuz i thought you said all you had to say

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
i got-
i got more shit to say, broke
like...

[HALF CIG]:
well i mean...

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
what?
tell me

[HALF CIG]:
they saying you lost touch...

[VERSE III: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]

who the fuck said ruby done lost his touch?
blame my success on lots of luck
but lots of luck didnt get your bitch unfucked
blame my absense on the fact that my dick got stuck
call me evergreen
your bitched never seemed like she lost touch
begging me she wants her jaw fucked
withdraw from dope before i withdraw my cash
use her tongue to collect ash
for the stash i guess ill smash
pull off in a gle wagon fucked up i might crash
just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash

[VERSE IV: HALF CIG]

Bitch I cheated death
Ain’t a thing that I can’t do
Manipulation shorty
I could sell ice to Nanook
I could sell ice to the jeweler
I could sell Christ like I’m Judas
Self righteous type of a shooter
Make my life insurance shoot up
Wet screwed up
Product of my environment
My therapist was talking Freud
I rolled my eyes Then fired the bitch
Why would I quit?
My drug of choice is overdosing duhhh
My dick got no limits
I’m master p pimping
And making them bitches say ughhhhh

[OUTRO: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL & HALF CIG]

rain, rain
go away
200 on the dash
watch me hydroplane
gang, gang
gang’s all grey
from new orleans to ottawa
from atlanta to the bay

THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO

[VERSE I: Cut Throat Van Gogh]
It’s that north north player
boy these pills ain’t no bayer and this weed like an onion
you can smell it in the air
cut throat van gogh
slicky the picture painter
my hoe want me to save her but at best i might betray her
i was never one to fit in
why would i bring a kid in this world fucked up and hard enough to just exist in
riding around with that glock thinking “should i blow my tizzop?”
one last way to ball
kill myself while getting mizzouth 



[VERSE II: Papa Pine]
scrim is fucking sober but i smoke enough weed for the both of us
honey games
my lungs are stained
must numb my brain
i can't focus
suppressing my emotions
turn 'em into concrete
let 'em sink to the bottom of the ocean
matter fact i'll turn 'em into raw meat
let the sharks eat
gut the gar please
i need to smoke
fuck
again i'm losing focus
hit the weed
so i can go to sleep
i hate having dreams
they're always fucked up and i wake up trying to breathe

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Ashes of Luxury

ASHES OF LUXURY

[VERSE I: Wetto]
pimping sluts
pimping hoes
riding clean smoking dope
with my main bitch
pussy soaking as she give me throat
limping with no cain
it’s the mane with them diamond rings
strapped up with that thang for a lame
to blow out their brains
cruising like a mac
wetto be pulling up like he the mayor
bitches they want me to save em
nah
fuck em and put em in labor
nah
creeping with one in the chamber
smoke a sucker like crack
cut throat maniac
took his hoe down to the track
you know i’m northside


[VERSE II: Yung Snow]
landed in the 504 at 5:04
back at home where life's a bore
try not to snore
i should fly some bitches down
about 5 or 4
4 or 5 days later
later alligator
already thinking bout whens the next tour
from recording in my shed to having like three rooves over my head
ruby leveled up
i got like six whips i don't need the keys to the rover truck anymore
watching the palm trees sway in the breeze
a moment of peace
i hope there's plenty more




[VERSE III: Yung Snow]
she gave me dome so good i think she thinks the earth is flat
mouth like the fucking firmament
she got my eyes rolling back
face a blunt
she rolls 'em back to back
and when she's bitching she knows what the fuck i'm texting back
ruby slick with these hoes
i keep 'em froze
snow leopard holds a black rose real close
i've had enough heartbreak
start breaks and stop 'em like car brakes
oddy chillen like a pose i won't post

[VERSE IV: Wetto]
hoes they want the screwing
i’m just looking for the chewing mane
chrome thang
riding while i swang
swerving lane to lane
sipping on some drank with a skank who got coke head name
something like brandi, or cami, maybe tammy
fuck it
they all the same
part of the game
i don’t trip
i just give em dick
off the fent
looking like a lick
pimping like i’m mic
lunatic
slick he run the north like the bolsheviks
call my bitch
fuck her back outdoors
now my neighbors pissed

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No Matter Which Direction I'm Going In, I Never Chase These Hoes

NO MATTER WHICH DIRECTION I'M GOING IN, I NEVER CHASE THESE HOES

[Verse I: Germ]
fire spitter
wood grain whipper
percs cut out the liquor
drank sipper 
fuck a doctor bitch and it’s still fuck my liver
head spinner
Dior on my bitches
they all bout the benjis 
lane switchin 
paint drippin 
hope the feds ain’t on my pimpin 
caught the flight 
we done took off we on pluto now 
walk em down 
his ass fried 
he in them pits right now 
bounties up 
heard they want my head 
This ain’t GTA
NBA ballin like I’m Kobe 
hella choppa blades 
smokin’ potent 
just put down the potion I can barely breathe 
Hennessy colored Mercedes big body we came for the cheese
Pretty please bitch I said once and now you gots to bleed
forgis on the truck when I pull up it’s easy 
bet these demons see me and they wanna be me 
I been out my body uptop like a beanie 
heard that boy he crazy he’s been hot like fevers 
please dont lose yourself you ain’t never gon please me

[VERSE II: Scrim]
Don’t give no fucks I was raised by them goons
Came out the womb I was gripping that tool
Kept the glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey 59 boy and my click filled with wolves
Sub 8s just to keep my fuckin mind straight
Auto steering and I still can’t even drive straight
Eastern bloc wetto raising up the crime rate
Suicide bitch I’m everything you’re mom hate
G R E Y till I die
Drug addicts up and down my blood line
Chains more flooded than the lower 9
Hear my battle cry oh ohhhhhh
This that DNS slick
Call the EMS quick
Seats color period
Paint PMSing
If them pills pressed then
It’s still fuck it ima pop em
From the west of the Huey
Where we pop, lock, and drop em

[Verse III: Ruby]
gimme all your fucking hate
i need that shit like yesterday
only way 
that im able to motivate myself
“ruby such a loser”
bitch i agree with you what the hell?
insecurity what i sell
g59 the cartel
g59 the army bitch im bout to buy a fucking tank
east bank 
bound 
bitch im south 
of the lake
runnin round town everyday like wow ruby really on the prowl 
better pray
better take your family somewhere safe
i got demons with me i might let em out the cage
suicide live coming at you from the fucking grave
bitch i hide from the limelight im chillin in the shade
when the times right
ill be sidelined 
pay attention to my eyesight
checkin highlights
find the future of the 59 get em signed might let em shine bright and thats really all i gotta motherfucking say

DIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE

My Swisher Sweet, But My Sig Sauer

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - MY SWISHER SWEET, BUT MY SIG SAUER

$UICIDEBOY$ - RESIDENT EVIL

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[VERSE I: GERM]
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her i loved her
Lying like shit
I'm still boolin' tho
Bleedin' concrete
Snortin' oxys
Feelin' god body like who gon stop me now?
Runnin' round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now?
Get hip
Get it now
I'm gone til november
Got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big ass gas bag
Passenger side of the cadillac
Seat slightly sat back
On my side i got my baghdad
Hotel hoppin'
Bombin' back back
Dynamite in the gucci napsack
Ruckus in the church
Jesus meet this heathen he kinda hurt
Buzzin' im loud
Never stoppin' til they stick me in the dirt

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]
Took a benzo
Wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cut throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low
$outh $ide $uicide
Wanna ride in the caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leakin' drippin' down all my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night
Ride like no limit in '96
Stunt like i'm wayne on the carter 6
Now i got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch
This that motherfuckin' gospel
Kanye i'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council

[VERSE III: YUNG $NOW]
Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up cause i'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type o on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes when i whip it lookin' like the cadillac bent
Lookin' like a car accident
Spilled my guts and i spilled my cup
Lean on my liver i ain't sippin' it up
Hollow out a fuck boy skull so i can sip in peace my g
Don't follow me cause bad shit happens with germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties
They lack the seeds
No matchin' me
These bags of weed
Yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene no gasoline

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - HERE WE GO AGAIN

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[VERSE I: BIG GRIEVE]

Make a punk bitch bite the curb
American history X
Burning churches until the dirt
Walk off and throw up the set
Just another Sunday purge, I'm Isis with blades and a neck. throw his body to the herd
This what happens when you flex
Fuck boy, I lace your mama's drink with LSD, gave your sister mescaline, then chased her up and down the street
Never sleep
Stay on the creep to kill you sheep
Mark of the beast
Walking disease
Hell is my theme

[VERSE II: LIL OOZING]

Gimme a cigarette, my nerves is bad
What the fuck your name is, boy?
I never heard of that
Germ is back in the n.o. we made a murder pack
She let out a nervous laugh
Swimming in the deep like where the surface at?
Make the sign of the cross and then I'm skrrtin' in the church's ash
Let me soul escape I'm switching bodies like a hermit crab
Home is where the dirt it at
Lemme circle back to the days when i said "fuck the world"
It's still me versus that
Ruby stuntin' like a circus at

[VERSE III: GERM]

Who that there with all that flare?
Stare into my eyes, I dare you
Ride with the carbon
Pistons in the hood
Ben Wallace with me
Just might shoot you down
Don't make no sound
Big gun sounds get to rushing, bitch
It's nothing
DirtyNasty$uicide
It's you or I
It's do or die
Bitch, it's me
I got hunnids and i heard your tank's on "e."
Boot me down, I stomp you out
Big body bitch hold on my heat
Clap 'em with the ratty just for acting all types
Of cheesy
Better believe me, hoe
Gimme the cheese and dope

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[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

we be them gorillas creepin' inside your motherfucking mind
germ got the axe
watch him lift it up and then swing it from behind

[VERSE II: GERM]

who is he?
that fucker a beast
came with the fleet, knock you out your fleece
cold summers with them long winters, if need be
fuck the world, bitch, i'm balls deep

[VERSE III: LIL INFECTED]

demons surround me
i'm drowing
i'm fiending for opiates
scheming
i hope it gets colder
the seasons they change but we holding
defeating the opposition
opposite of the competition

[VERSE IV: LIL REMAINS]

we start a fucking riot
don't try me
i strike like lightning or tyson
do drive by's riding on bikes, man
i swear that murder excitin'
i'm expediting your life's end
we multiplying alliance
you biting? well, i'm delighted
welcome to hell, i'm your guidance

[VERSE V: GERM]

hold on
call on me
diamonds dancing, homie
running for office
offensive and lawless
balls of the rawest in jaws of the new elect
fucked up be my set like ratchets with hatchets wilding
catching necks.
i'm bout bad shit like where the plague at?
that guy with the lost cause
fifty one fifty
spazzing, screaming where the flame at?

[VERSE VI: LIL INFECTED]

flame on
plague calm
stained palms
pop eight pills now the fucking pain's gone
slaying yall
chain flawed
same song
change long
long mane
raised kong
trained kong to slay them broads
reign strong

[VERSE VII: LIL REMAINS]

dirty nasty up the ante
drop top, dat way
mr. pop off on a banny

[VERSE VIII: GERM]

i got a bottle of thompson
bunch of shitty whiskey in me
gentilly with the 7th ward lord
razor blades slice the vocal chords

[VERSE IX: LIL INFECTED]

from new orleans to atlanta
sip a dirty big shot fuck a fanta
sell out a show in santa ana
dirty nasty propaganda