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Yo, fuck that! Word 'em up here, yo. Who you runnin' with? Official Nast! Fuck that. Who you runnin' with? Official Nast! Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head To leave you headless. Eyes are retinas. I spray rap cats 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. To catch and grab your last breath like Asthma. Couldn't care less, you approachin' your 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' MCs, yeah, callin' ya. Livin' like a nigga with six months to live. On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice to Make a sacrifice. Through our hype, 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, unimaginable. Sell shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black Shit. Rap shit, get your back ripped plus 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. Sticky fingers sneak up When you least suspect it. I never fuck pussy, yeah, she's infected. Fuckin' brain fry, make me think irrational. If I even think you schemin', you know I'm Blastin'. I'm too raw, what is you, Out your gore? I cut through any challenger, Top-notch, you amateur. You'd rather be in the projects butt-ass with a Hundred Gs 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, barrel empty, joke on you, Jack. He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, He a new jack. You 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. I hold heat. Y'all niggas don't know me. In six hours, I made it four years. Now 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 Nast in the house, that mean you dead. Face down on the, on the pavement. Face down, face 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 buck wild. Army comin' through here, nigga, truck style. Fuck you, fuck the judge, fuck trial. I'm givin' niggas shattered egos, keep those. On pack bet they small threat, make 'em eat Those. Deep goes my depth, sleep, Hoes get wet. If that ain't enough, we come Through and hose your set. Hit you with the fireworks, you see the stars Bangin'. I really bang it and prepare you for God's angels. It's not a humble thing, but some Shit you can't come through. Nigga try to blow, he gotta go, and now You know. It's Fury from the Furious, Eeriest, dead serious, mysterious. Fillin' your 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 slain your kind, change of mind. For those thinkin' of playin' they self next. It's etched in stone, you motherfuckers gettin' Blown! Face down on the pavement. Face down on the pavement. Face down on the the pavement. Pavement, pavement