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)
Verse One:
Real thug s*** unplugged
Ladies l*** angel dust aim and bust
b****** who nod the bulletproof ride's c**e 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 n***** in my zone, my close affiliates
be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin s***
Chorus
Verse Two:
[Fredro Starr]
Yo, yo
I'm on some other s***, run up on your mother s***
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother s***
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot
f***** 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 s***'ll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass
in a dash I s*****ed 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, f*** him
He didn't listen told him give me the shine
The sick s*** is when the police, came around to get me
The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin he spit thee
Chorus
Verse Three:
f*** the rap skit, X and the drug complex
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain n***** money's got my gold chain thicker
Whole brain sicker, hall of fame n****
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 p***, 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 s*** down
Nine-eight, word up get your s*** straight
You think your s*** hot? Stick your s*** up
What? Bring yo' s*** to the club
Bring yo' heat to the street
Official Nast', shuttin s*** down -- WHAT?!
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188
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)
Verse One:
Real thug s*** unplugged
Ladies l*** angel dust aim and bust
b****** who nod the bulletproof ride's c**e 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 n***** in my zone, my close affiliates
be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin s***
Chorus
Verse Two:
[Fredro Starr]
Yo, yo
I'm on some other s***, run up on your mother s***
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother s***
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot
f***** 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 s***'ll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass
in a dash I s*****ed 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, f*** him
He didn't listen told him give me the shine
The sick s*** is when the police, came around to get me
The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin he spit thee
Chorus
Verse Three:
f*** the rap skit, X and the drug complex
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain n***** money's got my gold chain thicker
Whole brain sicker, hall of fame n****
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 p***, 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 s*** down
Nine-eight, word up get your s*** straight
You think your s*** hot? Stick your s*** up
What? Bring yo' s*** to the club
Bring yo' heat to the street
Official Nast', shuttin s*** down -- WHAT?!
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188