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Ladies and gentlemen |
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Welcome aboard |
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Official Nastee |
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Airlines, flight 188 |
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Intro/Chorus: |
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Onyx Kill it in the club, baby show some love |
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My real thugs, where you at? |
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Baby throw ya gats |
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To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got |
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Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (repeat 2X) [Bonifucco] |
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Real thug shit unplugged |
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Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust |
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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 |
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Here to get those, snakes get it the most |
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G's overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes |
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Tech blows, |
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I only put a hole in your leg so.. |
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Ladies and gentlemen [Sonsee] |
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It's going on right now |
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Official Nast' don't be playin around, we lay it down |
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Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen |
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Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin |
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You got in the way, sorry to say |
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You shoulda known, shinin on |
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Sonsee's not in the day |
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All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit |
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Chorus [Fredro Starr] |
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Yo, yo I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit |
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Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit |
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Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist |
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Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot |
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Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish |
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I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this |
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Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms |
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The shit'll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass in a dash |
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I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash |
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The only thing |
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I ever lost |
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I couldn't find was time |
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Son some crackers locked me up that's how |
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I lost my mind |
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Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him |
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He didn't listen told him give me the shine |
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The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me |
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The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin it was 50 |
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Chorus [X-1] |
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Fuck the rap skit, |
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X and the drug complex |
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When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice |
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Life in the drain niggaz money's got my gold chain thicker |
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Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga |
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From coast to coast |
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I keep the toast |
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My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze |
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Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless |
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Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist [Sticky Fingaz] |
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AHHHHHHHH |
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I seen death, almost died twice tonight |
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Sell my own mother out if the price is right |
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I hate life, gimme the glock about to join |
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Biggie and ' |
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Pac and you comin like it or not |
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GET OFF ME! |
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Let me go, don't hold me back |
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Where my real thugs at? |
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Baby THROW |
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YA GAT! Sticky |
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Fingaz, from out your darkest fears |
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I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs |
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Chorus Killin it (2X) |
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Chorus Ladies and gentlemen |
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Welcome aboard |
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Official Nastee |
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Airlines, flight 188 [?] |
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Word up yo, |
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Official Nast' |
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Gettin cream, |
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Onyx, we move with the many crews |
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We let you know right now, we shuttin shit down |
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Nine-eight, word up get your shit straight |
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You think your shit hot? |
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Stick your shit up |
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What? Bring yo' shit to the club |
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Bring yo' heat to the street |
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Official Nast', shuttin shit down -- |
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WHAT?! Ladies and gentlemen |
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Welcome aboard |
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Official Nastee |
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Airlines, flight 188 |
