[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