Paris (Rapper) - Murder Suit lyrics

[Verse 1: Paris] Another casket they done asked me to carry Another homeboy blasted they done asked me bury I'm still exhausted from the last one the setting was very Hard to swallow but typical when the hood hit the cemetery My heart is heavy for the families Trapped in this tragedy of madness and insanity Blapped in the street behind some bullsh** he never seen Got me thinking back upon the way we used to scrap we when was young and beefin' When we would beat 'em, or might get did But we let it go and lived, forgived n***as knuckled up, buckled up, wasn't no whip it out and blast Just because somebody muggin' when we pa**ed When is thuggin' gone pa**, and this manhood thing come back around Cause unity is cool by me But until we get the message 'bout this d**h I say the rest is a wash Too many livin' we lost, damn [Hook: Paris] Now I'm pullin' out my murder suit Now I'm takin' out my murder suit Got me puttin' on my murder suit In my best black too many times from all the shootin' Now I'm pullin' out my murder suit Now I'm takin' out my murder suit Now I'm puttin' on my murder suit Got my best black one mo' time from all the shootin's [Verse 2: Paris] At the church again, sh** is startin to hurt again Lookin' at another brotha layin in a hearse again Hear the bible verse and then is off to grave yard A consequence of n***as thinkin' they hard Put my arm around his mama but it ain't same thing as her child She raised him up to never try to g**n or be wild A damn shame that he left to be a memory now Plus he black and from the hood so ain't no empathy, wow And I wore my rest in peace shirt to the viewin' And they still ain't found the shooter It's too bad now it seems like it's gettin' normal to hear About some murder in the neighborhood but nobody cares It's all about this chrome .44 Cause ain't nobody tryin' to box no mo' I'm representin' for the homies throwin' things in the street Realizin' at the same time, that's just me, god damn [Hook: Paris] Now I'm pullin' out my murder suit Now I'm takin' out my murder suit Got me puttin' on my murder suit In my best black too many times from all the shootin' Now I'm pullin' out my murder suit Now I'm takin' out my murder suit Now I'm puttin' on my murder suit Got my best black one mo' time from all the shootin's [Verse 3: Paris] Never give up on my people never leave 'em behind Instead of teach 'em how to dougie I'ma teach 'em to rise I see these youngstas tryin' to mug me but I see in they eyes An intelligent, soldier who can see though the lies It's really all what you believe in you mind, I believe you gone shine But in these streets you gon' die if ain't no peace with yo kind I ain't talkin' bout no gang affiliation I'm talking doin' what it takes to change the situation In this nation, you can be a brother with chips Or be another statistic on a government list Or do it like the brothers with the black gloves and a fist up For revolution, even if you get ya wrist cuffed You can be a great scholar or an african king Instead of blappin' for bling, or somewhere trapped in the bing You much better than a "rest in peace" legacy destiny It's all about upliftment and lettin' the rest be [Outro] What are we looking at? Two gunshot wounds to the upper-left chest cavity At least three bullet holes in his left abdomen I'm gonna need access. Here, I'm gonna start a subclavian line Blood's filling his chest cavity. He'll need bilateral tubes Betadine Then take him up right now and start an ex-lap We're gonna cut into your chest to place a tube that will help you breathe It's gonna hurt like hell, but it's the only way