[Intro: Nas]   I only fuck with my niggaz, I gotta keep it tight   With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles   We gon' ride on these niggaz my nigga, huh   Turn up the mics, yeah, lets get crazy, nigga, what   Turn up the mics, y'all bitch-ass niggaz is Swayze   Check it out      [Verse 1: Nas]   I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches   Feed they nuts to pit bulls and plan more business   Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours   Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they heads   Cause they love playin that role they sexy in bed   Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the feds   Cup spills with Grey Goose watchin snuff films   Laughin with dykes that wear patent leather with spikes   My cheddar is right, Miami beach playin it low   St. Barts rent a house and a boat   Two hundred thou' on my throat   That's only half of what my wife ice cost   Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life lost   Well, wipin' sand off of my toes   Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose   Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme   To make me and Bump Knux more rich   Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team   He tryin to buy G-force with missile launchers   Tired of walkin' around with beef, with that pistols on us   C-4's better I'm callin up some b-more killers   To come and bleed you   As sure as the sun's in the sky you'll surely die   You washed up, fuck your people   Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul   Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with Alzheimer's disease   We the new breed, nigga      [Chorus: Nas (& Freddie Foxxx)]   Turn up the mics,   Uh holler at somebody real   Turn out the lights,   Bump Knux, God's Son get it right motherfucker   Turn up the mics   (Aha yeah turn the motherfuckers up)   Turn out the lights   (That's right ya'll know why, I tell you why)   Suicide suicide      [Verse 2: Bumpy Knuckles]   It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild   I'm crazy I'm sick I talk slick   Name brand bitches all on my dick   I don't trip I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous names   All that projects' pussy, nigga, all the same   We gangsters, we keepin it hardcore keep it street   Keepin guns and microphones, be keepin heat   I'm the unsquashable beef I put it in your rider   That means that every show I be layin in your dressing room   Next to the Henney Rock two times .20 cocked   I'm a cold assed nigga that keep shit plenty hot   My bubble goose is stocked with double truth   For you old-assed gangsters and you troubled youth   Knowin ; I hate cops and niggaz with cop friends   And still by weight in the hood they drop ends   With little marks on 'em scratched by the eye   You hand me a twenty, you must wanna die   Nigga, I won't remake a Pac record or say a Biggie verse   And I shoot you without smokin a Ziggy Marley first   God's Son we hot in here   Bravehearts we hot in here, niggaz they got to fear!      [Outro: Nas]   Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whut   Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is Swayze   Check it out   Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whut   Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is Swayze   Check it out   Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whut   Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is Swayze   Shh