(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes]

Ay fellas

I think you might wanna s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one

Ay ladies

Put your petroleum jelly on your face

Yo Nas, we got a big bet in the streets

that you knock they ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round

GET 'EM!



[Verse One: Nas]

Sittin up drunk, shufflin thoughts

Got paper but I'm lost

Losin focus what a nigga still hustlin for

My seed is straight, the fam is settled

Idle time get the man in trouble

When wifey tourin, my life get boring

Start to remember all types of torment

The devil's callin, but I don't answer

Mom passed from cancer, leavin behind

two granddaughters, two grandsons, two 9's

next to me in the Phantom, who lyin?

Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin

Gotta, try to stay away from creeps

With they bullshit, tryin to put me back in the streets

War stories, funerals

where feds be layin from a dreadful slayin

Body viewing's at the wake

Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket

with his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky

Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci

I'm above the standard

But dude just Mar-salis than Branford

Thinkin you're too rich, they wanna gun ya

Kidnap ya cause of they hunger, but you fuckin with hunters

Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips

Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit

Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips

Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit



[Chorus 2X: Busta Rhymes]

Fight, fists, dance, suckah

Suicide, bounce, brother

Ice, whips, cash, nigga

Watch yo', big, ass, momma



[Verse Two: Nas]

To your, power structure, Nas is dangerous

Y'all the antithesis, the opposite

Twitchin shit, all up in your body language

Mean muggin your bitch, cause she leans over

to look closer told you y'all sloppy gangsters sayin

"Nas is this and Nas is that"

Your eyes go front, your eyes go back

Surprised I'm at the same place y'all be at

It's obvious you don't know how I react

Like, I don't know where the party's at

You're foamin at the mouth, losin breath

Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed

Cause the fact is, y'all don't really want it

Two to the head, fo' to the stomach

Call more security cause I come off

anywhere you at you scary cats

If you dare squeeze back, guns shall rain

a thousand times harder than when I first came

Y'all not relentless, y'all dumb

And y'all just forgot about the consequences

Not a jail sentence, but see

the nigga you feed'll kick it to dude that kick it to me

We posess, the recipes for death, cause jealousy destroys

Feed the dog first, watch out for salmonella poisoning

I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food

And say, "That's the way you kill a man, avoid the shooting"

Hey...



[Chorus]



[Outro]

You smile, in my face

Secretly I know, you want my place

You waitin on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe

You wanna come cut my throat, you wanna get rid of me

But before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin

And y'all gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe

Before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin

And y'all gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe



[Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother

[Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother

[Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother

[Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother