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