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 [bad word] out in the first 30 seconds of the first round
 GET 'EM!
 [Verse One: Nas]
 Sittin up [bad word]  shufflin thoughts
 Got paper but I'm lost
 Losin focus what a [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] with hunters
 Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips
 Cause real niggaz die over dumb [bad word]  Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips
 Cause real niggaz die over dumb [bad word]  [bad word] 2X: Busta Rhymes]
 Fight, fists, dance, suckah
 Suicide, bounce, brother
 Ice, whips, cash, [bad word]  Watch yo', big, [bad word]  momma
 [Verse Two: Nas]
 To your, power [bad word]  Nas is dangerous
 Y'all the antithesis, the opposite
 Twitchin [bad word]  all up in your body language
 Mean muggin your [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] in your food
 And say, "That's the way you kill a man, avoid the shooting"
 Hey...
 [bad word] 
 [Outro]
 You smile, in my face
 Secretly I know, you want my place
 You waitin on me to choke, don't want a [bad word] to breathe
 You [bad word] 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