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Ladies and gentlemen

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188



Intro/Chorus: Onyx



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

(repeat 2X)



[Bonifucco]

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



[Sonsee]

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



Chorus





[Fredro Starr]

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



[50 Cent]

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 it was 50



Chorus



[X-1]

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



[Sticky Fingaz]

AHHHHHHHH 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



Chorus



Killin it (2X)



Chorus



Ladies and gentlemen

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188



[?]

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?!



Ladies and gentlemen

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188

Ladies and gentlemen

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188



Intro/Chorus: Onyx



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

(repeat 2X)



[Bonifucco]

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



[Sonsee]

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



Chorus





[Fredro Starr]

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



[50 Cent]

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 it was 50



Chorus



[X-1]

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



[Sticky Fingaz]

AHHHHHHHH 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



Chorus



Killin it (2X)



Chorus



Ladies and gentlemen

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188



[?]

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?!



Ladies and gentlemen

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188

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