(feat. Nas)



[Intro: Nas]

I only fuck with my niggaz, I gotta keep it tight

With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles

We gon' ride on these niggaz my nigga, huh

Turn up the mics, yeah, lets get crazy, nigga, what

Turn up the mics, y'all bitch-ass niggaz is Swayze

Check it out



[Verse 1: Nas]

I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches

Feed they nuts to pit bulls and plan more business

Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours

Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they heads

Cause they love playin that role they sexy in bed

Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the feds

Cup spills with Grey Goose watchin snuff films

Laughin with dykes that wear patent leather with spikes

My cheddar is right, Miami beach playin it low

St. Barts rent a house and a boat

Two hundred thou' on my throat

That's only half of what my wife ice cost

Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life lost

Well, wipin' sand off of my toes

Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose

Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme

To make me and Bump Knux more rich

Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team

He tryin to buy G-force with missile launchers

Tired of walkin' around with beef, with that pistols on us

C-4's better I'm callin up some b-more killers

To come and bleed you

As sure as the sun's in the sky you'll surely die

You washed up, fuck your people

Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul

Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with Alzheimer's disease

We the new breed, nigga



[Chorus: Nas (Freddie Foxxx)]

Turn up the mics,

Uh holler at somebody real

Turn out the lights,

Bump Knux, God's Son get it right motherfucker

Turn up the mics

(Aha yeah turn the motherfuckers up)

Turn out the lights

(That's right ya'll know why, I tell you why)

Suicide suicide



[Verse 2: Bumpy Knuckles]

It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild

I'm crazy I'm sick I talk slick

Name brand bitches all on my dick

I don't trip I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous names

All that projects' pussy, nigga, all the same

We gangsters, we keepin it hardcore keep it street

Keepin guns and microphones, be keepin heat

I'm the unsquashable beef I put it in your rider

That means that every show I be layin in your dressing room

Next to the Henney Rock two times .20 cocked

I'm a cold assed nigga that keep shit plenty hot

My bubble goose is stocked with double truth

For you old-assed gangsters and you troubled youth

Knowin ; I hate cops and niggaz with cop friends

And still by weight in the hood they drop ends

With little marks on 'em scratched by the eye

You hand me a twenty, you must wanna die

Nigga, I won't remake a Pac record or say a Biggie verse

And I shoot you without smokin a Ziggy Marley first

God's Son we hot in here

Bravehearts we hot in here, niggaz they got to fear!



[Outro: Nas]

Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whut

Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is Swayze

Check it out

Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whut

Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is Swayze

Check it out

Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whut

Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is Swayze

Shh