Yo, fuck that, word to mother, yo
Who you runnin' with? Official Nas
Fuck that, who you runnin' with? Official Nas
Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to leave you headless
Eyes are retinas, I spray rap caps that burn electrics
Point blank range, I take aim, blow your brain out the frame
Eight shots'll touch ya, split your physical structure
Motherfucker, this is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster, face mask comin' at you full blast
I catch and grab your last breath like asthma
Couldn't care less, you approachin' near death
My hollow tips rip and tear vest politic with the fearless
The devil himself, a rebel in himself
Trapped in America, assassinate your character
Slaughter ya, twenty-one holes in your Nautica
Fuck all of ya, what? Bringin' MC's here, callin' ya
Livin' like a nigga with six months to live
On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice to make a sacrifice
To our heights, y'all niggas ain't
True to life, my whole crew is trife
So bring your Wallace, nigga, rep it for your team
Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gotta shatter you, feel the pain, somethin' imaginable
Sell shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit
Rap shit, get your back ripped, bust the gat spit
Loaded and cocked it back on thirty-two tracks
Murder you with raps, let my wild dogs bust the jacks
Styles leave the best dead, I stay breastfed
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
Creepy fingers sneak up when you least suspect it
I never fuck pussy, yeah, she's 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 your gore?
I cut through any challenger, top-notch, you're 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 and son
You lookin' at one desperate nigga you shouldn't mess with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from your 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, the barrel empty
Joke on you, jack, he cold pissed his pants
Blew his cover, he a new jack
Know where I'm comin' from, most my niggas pump and jump
And when it's time to dump and run, I never jump the gun
Or get cold feet or hold heat, y'all niggas don't know me
In six hours, I made up four years, got hot 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 not 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 it's not your cup of tea, I'm every star me
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 clique, starin' in a new flick
Fuck you frontin' for? I seen you, fag
What you tell between your leg? Official
Nas in the house, that mean you dead
Face down on the, on the pavement
Face down, face down, 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 papier-mâché
Whatever you got, get taken away, you beggin' today
Trust that, time to crush cats when I bust raps
I rush tracks and us act buckwild
Army comin' through here, nigga, truck style
Fuck you, fuck the judge, fuck trial
I'm givin' niggas shattered egos, keep those
Or pack bets, they small threat, make 'em eat those
Deep goes my depth, sleep clothes get wet
If that ain't enough, we come through and hose your set
Hit you with the firework, you see the stars blinkin'
I really bang you and prepare you for God's angels
It's not a humble, but some shit you can't come through
Nigga try to blow, he gotta go and now you know
It's Spirit from the furious, eeriest
Dead serious, mysterious, feelin' ya
Interior with nervousness for your services
We cuttin' off your circulation and deadin' your purposes
We them niggas you can't fuck with, rain or shine
On mics, I slang your kind, change of mind
Of those thinkin' of playin' theyself next
It's 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