Ladies and gentlemen Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188
Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Real thug shit unplugged Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride's coke in my eyes and got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive to cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke Here to get those, snakes get it the most G's overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so..
Ladies and gentlemen
It's going on right now Official Nast' don't be playin around, we lay it down Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin You got in the way, sorry to say You shoulda known, shinin on Sonsee's not in the day All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit
Yo, yo I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms
The shit'll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass in a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time Son some crackers locked me up that's how I lost my mind Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him He didn't listen told him give me the shine The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin he spit thee
Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice Life in the drain niggaz money's got my gold chain thicker Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga From coast to coast I keep the toast My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist
AHHH I seen death, almost died twice tonight Sell my own mother out if the price is right I hate life, gimme the glock about to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin like it or not GET OFF ME! Let me go, don't hold me back Where my real thugs at? Baby THROW YA GAT! Sticky Fingaz, from out your darkest fears I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs
Killin it
Word up yo, Official Nast' Gettin cream, Onyx, we move with the many crews We let you know right now, we shuttin shit down Nine-eight, word up get your shit straight You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up What? Bring yo' shit to the club Bring yo' heat to the street Official Nast', shuttin shit down -- WHAT?!