Yo *** that word up man

Who you runnin' wit?

*** that, who you runnin' wit? 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 Mother***er 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

Assassinate your character, slaughter ya

Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, *** all of ya

What? Bringin' MCs, yeah, callin' ya Livin' like a nigga with six months to live

On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a sacrifice

Do a heist, ya niggaz ain't true to life, my whole crew is trife

So bring your wildest nigga reppin' for your team Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens

Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral

Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable

Self ***, straight from the hood, the dirty black *** Rap ***, get your back ripped, plus the gat spit

Load it and cock 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 Face down on the pavement

Face down on the pavement

Face down on the pavement

Face down on the pavement Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it

I never *** pussy that's yeast infected

*** 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 butt-ass with a hundred G's cash

And no gun, than to *** with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son You lookin' at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't mess with

I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo' intestine

'Member when I tested, this nigga manhood

To see if he was a true nigga, so I pulled out my gun Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger

Ha ha, barrel empty, joke on you Jack

He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack

You know where I'm comin' from, most 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

Y'a niggaz don't know me in six hours I made up four years

Got high *** for your ears

Sorry somethin' that I never felt yo fingertips made of Velcro You talkin' *** 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 *** with me

Guess that's not your cup of tea I'm every star I meet

If you are what you eat, *** the rookies

Rejects, plainclothes and detects I had a hard life, grew up too quick

But kept it tight with my true click, startin' a new flip

*** you frontin' for? I seen your bag with your tail between your leg

Afficial Nast in the house that mean you dead Face down on the pavement

Face down on the pavement

Face down on the pavement

Face down on the pavement You takin' a ride in the ambulance, you catch mad damages

Cock the hammer ***, leave you Lost 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, buck wild

Army comin' through here nigga, truck style

*** you *** the judge *** trial I'm givin' niggaz 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 *** 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 *** you can't come through

Nigga 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 niggaz you can't *** 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 mother***ers gettin' blown Face down on the pavement

Face down on the pavement

Face down on the pavement

Face down on the pavement