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Ladies and gentlemen
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Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188
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Intro/Chorus: Onyx
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Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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My real thugs, where you at? 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
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(repeat 2X)
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Verse One:
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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
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and got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive
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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, I only put a hole in your leg so..
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Ladies and gentlemen
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[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 Sonsee's not in the day
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All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates
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be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit
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Chorus
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Verse Two:
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[Fredro Starr]
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Yo, yo
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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
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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
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in a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash
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The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time
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Son some crackers locked me up that's how 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 he spit thee
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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Fuck the rap skit, 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 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
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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AHHHHHHHH 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
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about to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin like it or not
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GET OFF ME! Let me go, don't hold me back
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Where my real thugs at? Baby THROW YA GAT!
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Sticky 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
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Killin it (2X)
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Chorus
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Ladies and gentlemen
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Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188
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[?]
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Word up yo, Official Nast'
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Gettin cream, 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? 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 -- WHAT?!
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Ladies and gentlemen
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Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188
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React
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