[Intro]
Yo f*** THAT word up man! (Word to mother yo)
Who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)
f*** that, who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)
[Fredro Starr]
Yo
I'm goin straight for your head to leave you headless
Eyes of redness, I spray rap cats, to burn the lead tips
Point blank range, I take aim, blow your brain out the frame
Eight shots'll touch ya, spit ya physical structure
m*********** this is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster face Nast, comin at cha full blast
and capture grabs your last, breath like the asthma
Couldn't care less, you approachin near death
My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearless
The devil himself, a rebel in himself
trapped in America, a**assinate your character, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, f*** ALL OF YA!
What?! Bringin MC's, YEAH, callin ya
Livin like a n**** with six months to live
On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a SACRIFICE
Do a heist, ya n***** ain't true to life, my whole crew is trife!
So bring your wildest n**** reppin for your team
Tear his a** to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
Self s***, straight from the hood, the dirty black s***
Rap s***, get your back ripped, plus the gat spit
Load it and c*** it bag, on thirty-two tracks
Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the CATS!
Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed
{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> LL Cool J*}
[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
I never f*** p**** that's yeast infected
f*** a brain fry, make me think irrational
If I even think you schemin, YOU KNOW I'M BLASTIN YOU
I'm too raw; what is you - out you gourd?
I cut through any challenger, top notch or amateur
You'd rather be in the projects b***-a** with a hundred G's cash
and no gun, than to f*** with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son
You lookin at one desperate n****, you shouldn't mess with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
'Member when I tested, this n**** manhood
to see if he was a true n****, so I pulled out my gun
Gave some dramatic a** speech then, pulled the trigger
{*CLICK*} Ha hah! Barrel empty, joke on you Jack
He cold p***** his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack
You know where I'm comin from, most my n***** pump 'n jump
And when it's time to dump and run, I never jump the gun
or get cold feet, I hold heat
why'a n***** don't know me; in six hours I made up four years
Got high s*** for your ears;
sorry somethin that I never felt yo, fingertips made of Velcro
You talkin s*** like it's a little game
That's now how we get down - 'beef' is my middle name
So don't die over nonsense, I ain't got no conscience
Come out your face you gettin shot
Everything I'm spittin hot - I need fame without the bread
like I need a hole in the head
Add insult to injury, you can't f*** with me
Guess that's not your cup of tea - I'm every star I meet
If you are what you eat, f*** the rookies, rejects
plainclothes and detect's
I had a hard life, grew up too quick
But kept it tight with my true click, startin a new flip
f*** you frontin for? I seen your bag
with your tail between your leg
Afficial Nast in the house that mean you DEAD!
{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> LL Cool J*}
[Sonsee]
You takin a RIDE, in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
c*** the hammer s***, leave you Los(t) like Angeles
You ain't brick, or stucco, or paper machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, YOU'RE BAKIN TODAY
Trust that, it's time to crush cats, when I bust raps
I rush tracks, and oft' act, BUCKWILD!
Army comin through here n****, TRUCK STYLE!
f*** YOU! f*** THE JUDGE! f*** TRIAL!
I'm givin n***** shattered egos, I keep foes
or a pet bet they small threat, MAKE 'EM EAT THOSE!
Deep goes my depth, sleep hoes get wet
If that ain't enough, we come through and hose your s***
Hit you with the FIREWORKS, you see the stars BANGIN
I really BANG YOU, and prepare you for God's ANGELS
It's not on humble, but some s*** you can't come through
n**** try to blow he gotta go, and now you know
Experience, from the furious, eeriest
Dead serious, hysterias, fillin ya, interior
with nervousness, for your services
WE CUTTIN OFF YOUR CIRCULATION AND DEADEN YA PURPOSES!
We them n***** you can't f*** with, rain or shine
All mics I slain yo' kind, changed the mind
of those thinkin of playin theyrself, NEXT
is ETCHED, in stone, you m************ gettin BLOWN!
{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> LL Cool J*}
Yo f*** THAT word up man! (Word to mother yo)
Who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)
f*** that, who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)
[Fredro Starr]
Yo
I'm goin straight for your head to leave you headless
Eyes of redness, I spray rap cats, to burn the lead tips
Point blank range, I take aim, blow your brain out the frame
Eight shots'll touch ya, spit ya physical structure
m*********** this is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster face Nast, comin at cha full blast
and capture grabs your last, breath like the asthma
Couldn't care less, you approachin near death
My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearless
The devil himself, a rebel in himself
trapped in America, a**assinate your character, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, f*** ALL OF YA!
What?! Bringin MC's, YEAH, callin ya
Livin like a n**** with six months to live
On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a SACRIFICE
Do a heist, ya n***** ain't true to life, my whole crew is trife!
So bring your wildest n**** reppin for your team
Tear his a** to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
Self s***, straight from the hood, the dirty black s***
Rap s***, get your back ripped, plus the gat spit
Load it and c*** it bag, on thirty-two tracks
Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the CATS!
Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed
{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> LL Cool J*}
[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
I never f*** p**** that's yeast infected
f*** a brain fry, make me think irrational
If I even think you schemin, YOU KNOW I'M BLASTIN YOU
I'm too raw; what is you - out you gourd?
I cut through any challenger, top notch or amateur
You'd rather be in the projects b***-a** with a hundred G's cash
and no gun, than to f*** with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son
You lookin at one desperate n****, you shouldn't mess with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
'Member when I tested, this n**** manhood
to see if he was a true n****, so I pulled out my gun
Gave some dramatic a** speech then, pulled the trigger
{*CLICK*} Ha hah! Barrel empty, joke on you Jack
He cold p***** his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack
You know where I'm comin from, most my n***** pump 'n jump
And when it's time to dump and run, I never jump the gun
or get cold feet, I hold heat
why'a n***** don't know me; in six hours I made up four years
Got high s*** for your ears;
sorry somethin that I never felt yo, fingertips made of Velcro
You talkin s*** like it's a little game
That's now how we get down - 'beef' is my middle name
So don't die over nonsense, I ain't got no conscience
Come out your face you gettin shot
Everything I'm spittin hot - I need fame without the bread
like I need a hole in the head
Add insult to injury, you can't f*** with me
Guess that's not your cup of tea - I'm every star I meet
If you are what you eat, f*** the rookies, rejects
plainclothes and detect's
I had a hard life, grew up too quick
But kept it tight with my true click, startin a new flip
f*** you frontin for? I seen your bag
with your tail between your leg
Afficial Nast in the house that mean you DEAD!
{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> LL Cool J*}
[Sonsee]
You takin a RIDE, in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
c*** the hammer s***, leave you Los(t) like Angeles
You ain't brick, or stucco, or paper machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, YOU'RE BAKIN TODAY
Trust that, it's time to crush cats, when I bust raps
I rush tracks, and oft' act, BUCKWILD!
Army comin through here n****, TRUCK STYLE!
f*** YOU! f*** THE JUDGE! f*** TRIAL!
I'm givin n***** shattered egos, I keep foes
or a pet bet they small threat, MAKE 'EM EAT THOSE!
Deep goes my depth, sleep hoes get wet
If that ain't enough, we come through and hose your s***
Hit you with the FIREWORKS, you see the stars BANGIN
I really BANG YOU, and prepare you for God's ANGELS
It's not on humble, but some s*** you can't come through
n**** try to blow he gotta go, and now you know
Experience, from the furious, eeriest
Dead serious, hysterias, fillin ya, interior
with nervousness, for your services
WE CUTTIN OFF YOUR CIRCULATION AND DEADEN YA PURPOSES!
We them n***** you can't f*** with, rain or shine
All mics I slain yo' kind, changed the mind
of those thinkin of playin theyrself, NEXT
is ETCHED, in stone, you m************ gettin BLOWN!
{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> LL Cool J*}