Yo fuck that word up man   Who you runnin' wit?   Fuck 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      Motherfucker 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, fuck 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 shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit      Rap shit, 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 fuck pussy that's yeast infected   Fuck 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 fuck 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 shit for your ears   Sorry somethin' that I never felt yo fingertips made of Velcro      You talkin' shit 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 fuck with me   Guess that's not your cup of tea I'm every star I meet   If you are what you eat, fuck 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   Fuck 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 shit, 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   Fuck you fuck the judge fuck 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 shit      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 shit 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers gettin' blown      Face down on the pavement   Face down on the pavement   Face down on the pavement   Face down on the pavement