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