-Intro-
welcome to Tac Town where ya gotta hustle just to eat a drug dealer on every street/
days are getting harder making you choose sides from a young age filled with rage carring a gauge/
strange aint it never thought we'd make it this far without a penny now we drinking on remy/
till we cant walk hollering at bitchs throwing up signs doing a crip walk loading glocks quoting pac/
-verse-
its the s u s p e c t coming out the t.a.c. got my vains pumping with thc/
cant you see who we be me and g shippin keys over seas hoppin on triple gold d's/
smashing on fools checking for dues rerouting the siccness with a quickness/
counting thick stacks while i diss clicks acting shady like slim watch me rip off ya limbs/
for a wim as the scene dims placing weights on ya feet lets see if you can swim, polished my shit like a rim/
fuck with me and your face gone fucking with this con you pawn gets you buried in my back lawn/
aint fucking with this hell spawn packing heat like a shot of everclear throwing haters from the third tear/
known to pump fear into hearts when they hear me in they ears spitting harsh intoxacated/
spinning flowing frustrated the greatest artist re-created a thug in the eyes of all others/
they'll never be another like me a whiteboy from tac sporting a flac writing raps diggings traps/
with beats to make ya neck snap giving challengers dirt naps that couldnt see me if i wrote in caps/
now they got suspects back against the wall watch me brawl without a fall puttin planes in a stall/
but god said kill em all so i'm going to the hole taking all thier souls thats my goal/
boxing suckas till they crawl with both my fists swoll grabbin the mic droppin hot like lit coals after a deal/
a teal cutlass with d's on the wheels, remembering days when i used to have to steal my meals/
in the studio one hand holding a blunt the other throwing up four fingers twisted in the middle/
drop so deep every verse is a riddle, you can slow it down and listen and question the meaning/
picture me on the block scheming dreaming of riches bitchs and cars jumping on switchs/
a life without snitchs homies lives ending in ditchs prison yard fights equaling stitchs/
you can call me suspect aka scarface tony montana blowing thirty mill like i'm hamma/
smoking chronic when most is bamma, dodging cops trying to throw me in the penatentery slamma/
but po po's can turn up missing six feet under concrete ripped apart by heat puffing a sweet/
swisher playing my shit on repeat loading my heat to defeat suckas stashed up under my seat so...discrete/
my nigga G held the chrome till i came home, keeping the throne warm making domes blown/
now we own the whole time-zone even alone we putting it down like rambo sly stallone so watch ya tone/
coming locc to the brain so fresh and so clean, on the mic vision keen spitting with a gangsta team/
having ghetto dreams of getting cream leaving bloody scenes just check my demean-or in a emcee ring/
cut my tongue out and i'll still battle humming words to dismantle so sicc makes your verse un-ravel/
this shit is looney tunes fucking with me and i drop anvils, the judge jury and executioner without the gavel/
creating tracks addicting fiends like crack, driving on gin and jack hitting curbs in a lac/
drinking a six-pack to back the gin crushing wack rappers after a money stack and a platnum plaque/
now fools always wanna corner me talking shit in a fucking circle, talking shit looking like Urkel/
i'm flipping birds c-walking boxing with them suckas till my knuckles turn purple/
using a operating system on the block like windows, using slang plot loot and swendel/
armod and dangerous chrome metal nine busting off like a tripped mine check the design/
then call ya request line cause i'm sicc with a twisted mind one of a kind spitting words to re-arrange ya spine/
welcome to Tac Town where ya gotta hustle just to eat a drug dealer on every street/
days are getting harder making you choose sides from a young age filled with rage carring a gauge/
strange aint it never thought we'd make it this far without a penny now we drinking on remy/
till we cant walk hollering at bitchs throwing up signs doing a crip walk loading glocks quoting pac/
-verse-
its the s u s p e c t coming out the t.a.c. got my vains pumping with thc/
cant you see who we be me and g shippin keys over seas hoppin on triple gold d's/
smashing on fools checking for dues rerouting the siccness with a quickness/
counting thick stacks while i diss clicks acting shady like slim watch me rip off ya limbs/
for a wim as the scene dims placing weights on ya feet lets see if you can swim, polished my shit like a rim/
fuck with me and your face gone fucking with this con you pawn gets you buried in my back lawn/
aint fucking with this hell spawn packing heat like a shot of everclear throwing haters from the third tear/
known to pump fear into hearts when they hear me in they ears spitting harsh intoxacated/
spinning flowing frustrated the greatest artist re-created a thug in the eyes of all others/
they'll never be another like me a whiteboy from tac sporting a flac writing raps diggings traps/
with beats to make ya neck snap giving challengers dirt naps that couldnt see me if i wrote in caps/
now they got suspects back against the wall watch me brawl without a fall puttin planes in a stall/
but god said kill em all so i'm going to the hole taking all thier souls thats my goal/
boxing suckas till they crawl with both my fists swoll grabbin the mic droppin hot like lit coals after a deal/
a teal cutlass with d's on the wheels, remembering days when i used to have to steal my meals/
in the studio one hand holding a blunt the other throwing up four fingers twisted in the middle/
drop so deep every verse is a riddle, you can slow it down and listen and question the meaning/
picture me on the block scheming dreaming of riches bitchs and cars jumping on switchs/
a life without snitchs homies lives ending in ditchs prison yard fights equaling stitchs/
you can call me suspect aka scarface tony montana blowing thirty mill like i'm hamma/
smoking chronic when most is bamma, dodging cops trying to throw me in the penatentery slamma/
but po po's can turn up missing six feet under concrete ripped apart by heat puffing a sweet/
swisher playing my shit on repeat loading my heat to defeat suckas stashed up under my seat so...discrete/
my nigga G held the chrome till i came home, keeping the throne warm making domes blown/
now we own the whole time-zone even alone we putting it down like rambo sly stallone so watch ya tone/
coming locc to the brain so fresh and so clean, on the mic vision keen spitting with a gangsta team/
having ghetto dreams of getting cream leaving bloody scenes just check my demean-or in a emcee ring/
cut my tongue out and i'll still battle humming words to dismantle so sicc makes your verse un-ravel/
this shit is looney tunes fucking with me and i drop anvils, the judge jury and executioner without the gavel/
creating tracks addicting fiends like crack, driving on gin and jack hitting curbs in a lac/
drinking a six-pack to back the gin crushing wack rappers after a money stack and a platnum plaque/
now fools always wanna corner me talking shit in a fucking circle, talking shit looking like Urkel/
i'm flipping birds c-walking boxing with them suckas till my knuckles turn purple/
using a operating system on the block like windows, using slang plot loot and swendel/
armod and dangerous chrome metal nine busting off like a tripped mine check the design/
then call ya request line cause i'm sicc with a twisted mind one of a kind spitting words to re-arrange ya spine/