Lyrics:

Aye, fellas
I-I think you might wanna s-s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one
Aye, ladies
Put the petroleum jelly on your face
Ayo, Nas –
We got a big bet in the streets that you knock their ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round
Get them!

Sitting up drunk, shuffling thoughts
Got paper but I'm lost
Losing focus, what a nigga still hustling for?
My seed is straight, the family's settled
Idle time get the man in trouble
When wifey tourin', my life get borin'
Start to remember all types of torment
The devil's callin', but I don't answer
Mom passed from cancer, leaving behind
Two granddaughters, two grandsons – two nines
Next to me in the Phantom, who lying?
Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin
Dada, trying to stay away from creeps
With their bullshit, trying to put me back in the streets
War stories, funerals
Where Feds be laying, from a dreadful slaying
Body viewings, 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 dudes is more zealous than Branford
Thinking you're too rich, they want to gun ya
Kidnap ya, 'cause of they hunger,
But you fucking with hunters
Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips
'Cause real niggas die over dumb shit
Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips
'Cause real niggas die over dumb shit

Fight, fists, dance, sucker
Suicide– bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch your– big– ass, momma
Fight, fists, dance, sucker
Suicide– bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch your– big– ass, momma

To your–power structure, Nas is dangerous
Y'all the antithesis, the opposite
Twitching shit, all up in your body language
Mean mugging your bitch, because she leans over
To look closer – told you, 'Y'all sloppy gangsters,' saying, '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 foaming at the mouth, losing breath
Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed
Because the fact is, y'all don't really want it
Two to the head, four to the stomach
Call more security because–I come off
Anywhere you at, you scary cats
If you dare squeeze back, Nas shall reign
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 possess–the recipes for death
The jealousy destroys, so 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

Fight, fists, dance, sucker
Suicide– bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch your– big– ass, momma
Fight, fists, dance, sucker
Suicide– bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch your– big– ass, momma

You smile–in my face
Secretly I know–you want my place
You waiting on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe
Want to come cut my throat, you want to get rid of me
But before I let it happen, them guns gon' start clapping
And y'all gon' rest in peace, because death is the recipe
Before I let it happen, them guns gon' start clappin
And y'all gon' rest in peace, because death is the recipe

Suicide bounce, brother
Suicide bounce, brother
Suicide bounce, brother
Suicide bounce, brother