Yo Fuck that!
       Word to mother yo
       Who you runnin' with? AFFICIAL NAST! Fuck that!
       Who you runnin' with? AFFICIAL NAST!

       [Fredro Starr]

       Yo, I'm goin' straight for ya head to leave you headless
       Eyez are redness, I spray rap cats, to burn a lack tips
       Point like rain, I take aim, blow ya brain out the frame
       Eight shots'll touch ya, spit ya physical structure
       MUTHAFUCKA this is lyrical destructure!
       Path from disaster, face Nast comin' at ya
       Full blast, I catch ya fragile ass, breath like ya astma
       Couldn't kill less, you approach your near death
       My hollow tips, rip a kid that's politic, with da villains
       The devil himself, a rebel in himself, trapped in America
       Assassinate ya charachter, slaughter ya
       Twenty more holes in ya (norica?), FUCK ALL OF YA!
       What?! Bringin' MC's, YEAH, callin' ya
       Livin' like a nigga with six months to live
       On da edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a SACRIFICE!
       To a hoist, ya niggaz ain't drew to life, my whole crew is trife!
       So bring ya wildest nigga rappin' for ya team
       See his ass who was clean, this is Suicide Queens
       Where gats bust, cut rope, cross Callahtaru
       Gather shatter you, feel the pain, son imaginable
       Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit
       Rap shit, get ya back ripped, plus the gat spit
       Blown in the cockred bag, or 32 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 til my deadbag

       [Chorus] *Sample from "Rampage"*


       [Sticky Fingaz]

       Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
       I never fuck pussy, that seed's infected
       Fuck a brain frie, make me think he rational
       If I even think you sceamin', YOU KNOW I'MA BLAST YOU
       I'm too raw, what issue out your gore? I cut through any challenger
       Or top macho immature, you'd rather be in the Projects
       But an ass, where's a hundred G's cash
       You know gun, in the fuck with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son
       You lookin' at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't've messed with
       I had a doctor scared, movin' (----)(?)
       'Memba when I test it, this nigga manhood
       To see if he was a true nigga, so I pulled out my gun
       Gave some dramatic asspiece, and pulled the trigger
       Haha! Barrel empty, joke on New Jack
       He cold, pissed his pants, pulled his cover, he in New Jack
       You know where I'm comin' from, most of my niggaz pump 'n jump
       And when it's time to dump and run, I never jump the gun
       Or get cold feet, I hold heat, ya niggaz don't know me
       And six hours are made of four years
       Got high shit for your ears, sorry somethin' that I never felt yo
       Fingatips made 'em fell chrome, you talkin' shit like it's a little game
       That's now how we get down, 'beef' is my middlename
       So don't die over nonsense, I ain't got no conscious
       Come out ya face you gettin' shot, everything was spittin' hot
       I need fame without the bread, like I need a hole in the head
       And insult the injury, you can't fuck with me, guess that's not ya capuchi
       I'm every star me, if you haul what you eat, fuck the rookies rejects
       Play close and detects, I had a hard life, grew up too quik
       But kept it tight with my true clique, I start in a new flip
       Fuck you're frontin' for? I seen back, what you tell between your leg
       Afficial Nast in da house to meet 'em dead!

       [Chorus]

       [Sonsee]

       You takin' a RIDE, in da ambulance
       You catch mad damages, cock the hammer shit
       Leave you Los like Angeles, You ain't brick, my stock-o
       But paper my shit, whatever you got, to take in da way
       YOU'RE BAKIN' TODAY, trust that, it's time to crush cats
       When I bust raps, I rust tracks and oft act, BUCKWILD!
       Army comin' through, hear nigga, DRUNK STYLE!
       FUCK YOU! FUCK THE JUDGE! FUCK TRIAL!
       I'm givin' nigga shatter ego's, I keep fools
       On pet bet face more threat, MAKE 'EM EAT THOSE!
       Leave goals my death, sleep ho's get wet
       If that ain't enough, we come through and hold ya shit
       Hit you with da FIREWORKS, you see the stars BLINKIN'
       I really BANG THEM and prepare you for God's ANGELS
       It's not a humble, but some shit you can't come through
       Nigga try to blow he gotta go, and now you know
       He's fearin', from the fearious, irious, dead serious, high styrious
       Feelin' ya, interior, wait nervousness for ya services
       WE CUTTIN' OFF YOUR CIRCULATION, AND DEAD IN YA PURPOSES!
       We them niggaz you can't FUCK with, friend will shine


       All mics I slang (--), change your mind
       Of those thinkin' they playin' theirself, NEXT is ACTION
       Ya stole, you muthafuckaz gettin' CHROME!

       [Chorus