• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Judgment Night - Onyx
• Onyx is Here - Onyx
• Gangsta - Onyx
• Feel Me - Onyx
• Hold Up - Onyx
• Street Nigguz - Onyx
• Shut Em Down (remix) - Onyx
• SLAM! - Onyx
• Shut Em Down - Onyx
• Rob And Vic - Onyx
• React - Onyx
• Raze It Up - Onyx
• Raze Em Up - Onyx
• Shout - Onyx
• Fuck Dat - Onyx
• Face Down - Onyx
• Conspiracy - Onyx
• Broke Willies - Onyx
• Nigga Bridges - Onyx
• Last Dayz - Onyx
• Here 'N' Now - Onyx
• Ghetto Starz - Onyx
• Most Def - Onyx
• Getto Mentalitee - Onyx
• Live Niguz - Onyx
• Da Nex Niguz - Onyx
• Purse Snatchaz - Onyx
• Bichasniguz - Onyx
• Bichasbootleguz - Onyx
• Betta Off Dead - Onyx
• All We Got Iz Us (Evil Streets) - Onyx
• Bacdafucup - Onyx
• 2 Wrongs - Onyx
• Veronica - Onyx
• Phat ('N' All Dat) - Onyx
• Throw Ya Gunz - Onyx
• Take That - Onyx
• What's Onyx - Onyx
• Walk In New York - Onyx
• Stik 'N' Muve - Onyx
• Shiftee - Onyx
• Phat - Onyx
• Overshine * - Onyx
• Onyx Is Back - Onyx
• Bring 'Em Out Dead - Onyx
• Black Dust - Onyx
• Blac Vagina Finda - Onyx
• Thangz Changed - Onyx
• Evil Streets (remix) - Onyx
• Atak of Da Bal-Hedz - Onyx
• Gun Clap Music - Onyx
• The Worst - Onyx
• Champions - Onyx
• Blak Williez - Onyx
• Punkmotherfukaz - Onyx
• Jackin' For Beats '99 - Onyx
• Live - Onyx
• Bang 2 Dis - Onyx
• Slam Harder - Onyx
• Onyx - Onyx
• All We Got Iz Us - Onyx
• Onyx - Nocternity

*chorus*
Judgment night, got gun got badge
Judgment night, huh!
Judgment night, in the echo of a gunblast
Judgment night!!!
Over here, and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees I'm coolin in your freezer
(he's a breezer) I hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack, and I make shit get wild
Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop ceasar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain, like a tweezer
The sinister thief, shaded to six feet deep
For the misdemeanor, offender, the backbender (uh)
Corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender (yeah)
Never perpetratin, so ain't no lurkin in the dark
I'm lurkin near the workin niggaz heart
Used to be a gambler, when I was a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her
Who's this here, state my facts, and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining, studies
In the light right now while we wreak fuckin havoc!
*chorus*
Come inside with his highness, the illinest
Killin em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum
Look to the winter's ugliness, ruggedness
Under the rug, front to this, money strikes confidence
Chopped in the days and the blazin smell
Then the realm of a seance, I blackloose, guns!
Comin to the project, walls with aks
We're talkin days, word, that you sun
You really want some next shit, some blood on the exit?
Onyx!!! watch me wreck shit as they exit
But yo I keep em hollerin, screamin out for mercy
Minds of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality
So blast it as I hit your head you're dead not disbelievin
Got the toxic rock, to bring a nigga biohazard!
*chorus*
Yo!!! gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard!
(what the evil nastee access? ) mad shit to burn the acids!
(so ashes to ashes) raps with the ghetto gats!
(and i'm, doin niggaz ruin em showin em my razzamatazz
Mainly a devil rebel, foul) niggaz know we fuckin wild!
(I'm wild!) I'm wild (he's wild) so we's wild!
(capture the rapture!) come blackness after!
[sticky fingaz]
I swear to fuckin God I raise hell and make the white man call me master
I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor
So fuck the radio and close your ears but read my lips I rips
And if you eat my words I'll leave your strung like umm (umm, ummmhh!!)
It was on the tip of my tongue!
But now it's stuck in between my throat
I can't breath so I lick it
Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin a black dick
And if it takes the death of me, to make history
The whole world will remember my misery
I know what I'm tryin to say my words get in the way
They render me speechless, ohh black jesus I'm cryin inside
Couldn't give a fuck if I live or die
Cause I'm just a slave who's brave (uh-huh)
But fuck pickin cotton, I'd rather see my grave, so i
Meditated, before I was created
And if you prefer sorrow, made me reincarnated
Now I'm back rulin mc's but pussy niggaz increase
Well then it's just another nigga that, gotta get greased
So if you wanna talk shit, in order to avoid a fight
Say what the fuck you wanna say, just spell my name right
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh..... mother-fucker!

Onyx
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Yeah, yeah yeah make way for the wild child
Stop screamin', you're fiendin'
Play that, say that, dip dive socialize
Uncivilized guys rise up
And pop wasn't ready the way they say this 'cause we hate it
Back up, back off, lick shot for that tree spot
Onyx is the antidote for all your problems
Damn! Don't it feel good
Yo, I know you love to hate it, but you cannot explain
Why you keep puttin' Mad Face in your veins
Oooh, yeah, there, I got it
Afficial Nastee psychotic, spies got spotted
So travel through the mind of a maniac automatic
You panic get deaded, a nigga on the planet
Feel the black stone, hit the do', roamin' the [Incomprehensible]
Fills and skills to put chills in ya backbone
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
1 to the 9 to the 9 to the 3, solid as a rock
So back up off the block, blow up the spot
So left, right, left, right take it to the center, and enter
The black reign domain, a plain you never been to
And you know what this is, what, face down on the floor
Give me it all, I got they back against the wall
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Don't be afraid, you'll only lose your life that way
I'm an endangered species, surprised to live to see today
But if you're readin' between the enemy line you'll find I'm insane
Too much strain on the brain, capable to pop a vein
So I'ma do it, do it, do it, do it, do it like this
The Onyx is here, so back up or get dissed
And if you put me to the test, I'll lay you to rest
Bring it right to his chest, put it straight through his vest
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here

You my wife with no papers
My gangsta bitch
The first time I got caught
You to shank the bitch
Ain't scared to get down
She'll bust off rounds
Smoke a Newport
Cut me half, bust me down
Catch me looking at anotha chick
She curse me out
Dead serious
But at times she act silly
Jump out the truck at the light
To get the dutch
Rolling it up
Chasing down ice cream trucks
I waited half an hour for your hair to get braided
She leaving dirty messages on three way pagers
Thought her how to roll cello and spit razors
She hit triple six first time out in Vegas
She never got shook when the Feds
Knocked down the door
She hid the coke
A scared chic would of flushed it raw
And we could live it up
Eat lobster and shrimp
Or get grimy with a
Quarter bag of potato chips
'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta
I need a down chic
That wouldn't mind loading the clip
And that wouldn't blow her mind
If I showed her a brick
In and outta the grind
With a focus for chips
Blowing for one time
With her controlling the weep
Re-up for me
And make sure she double the flip
She a sophisticated thug bitch
That move her hips
She catch you for your setup
When you move ya shit
But most of the time she throw
The cold shoulders to guys
Smoke in the ride
Hooded low
Over her eyes
She know she a dime
Baby nine strapped to her thighs
Gotta be live
Help me count doe in a five
And when I'm gone for weeks on them O.T. moves
She don't trip
She's a gangsta
She knows the rules
Giving me hell
That's not something I am hoping to loose
And God forbid, I slip up and land in jail
My murda mommy put the house up
To make the bail
(Come on)
'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta
Behind a real nigga
Is a real bitch
They lied to me
See my bitch
She walk right beside of me
I been in situations
Seen her ride for me
She lick my gun wounds
Even did my time with me
Ain't nothing she can't have
I get that girl everything
Tatoo our names on our fingers for wedding rings
Are you that chic?
Do you rep sticky?
We split it down the middle everything
Forty, sixty
Are you that chic for rich
Or poor?
The only one I eat out
The only one I hit raw
Keep you covered in ice
'Til you start shiverin'
Baby phat Gucci
Thugged out in pink timberlands
Me and her, we like Bonnie and Clyde
I hold the heat and the money and
She drive the ride
She make other bitches mad
'Cuz she more bitch
Than they ever been
It's the beautiful, intelligent
Talented, trama, heroin
'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta
Count bills with me
You'll kill for me
When the blood shed tears
You still with me
'Cuz you real with me
Smoke five with me
Look the judge in the eye

[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001
The day the World Trade Center blows up
Shit is real, son
Shit hit home, kid, word up
Hope you can feel this
[Chorus]
Hope you can feel me
(Hope you can feel me)
So much pain insii-ii-iide
Hope you can hear me
I'm crying through my heart
[Fredro Starr]
When I first heard the track it made me cry
Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even know why
My life ain't nothing but anger and pain
Tatoos on the back of my arm should explain
Blood, sweat and tears, ten years in the game
So many times all alone with the gat to my brain
It's me against the world nigga, I feel the same
I'm "Ready to Die" too Big, I feel the same
I'm America's nightmare - young, black and rich
Man, I'm paranoid, make me wanna clap my bitch
A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip
Asking God "Shit, where we going after this?"
I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop
Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot
My wars, my words, the only thing that I got
And I live by the gun and I die by the glock
16 shots, fuck that I'm takin them all
I'd rather die on my feet then live and crawl
My gun got powers like the 48 Lords
The "Ghetto Superstar" die see my face on the wall, and don't forget me
[Chorus]
[Sonsee]
Growing up in Brooklyn, times was rough cuz...
Poor as we was it couldn't get no tougher
On my ave. most of us was not blood
But as kids we shared that block love
But that faded, when my brother's got arrested
They thugged on the block to hard, we was ejected
To the creator - was it you that made moms pick Queens?
So her baby son could race the world, when he created things?
Why her elders always heard the sounds of sirens?
Plus they ignored the divine guidance
Why was the time I was born 9/16?
Turn it upside down it's the same thing
Why do I have a M-16, and the 9?
Will I have to go out, blazing one at a time?
When you took moms baby carriage, in the early stage
Was he too ill for this world, and you made a mistake?
Did he come back ask me, to do something great?
To keep the fam strong and straight, help my brother's escape?
And have baby sis and us, living on an estate
Do it big, or die trying - is that my fate?
[Chorus]
[Sticky Fingaz]
Who really cares, what the world think about me?
If I die right now, is you coming with me?
When I'm broke, who the hell got money for me?
Can't even trust half the team running with me
I only know three people that'd kill for me
Break the sixth commandment, make blood spill for me
Life and death - the only thing that's real for me
Cuz I was born into the world with a guilty plea
Now shit hit the fan, is you ridin with me?
When the whole world watching, all eyes on me
Swear on a stack of Bibles, testify for me
Look the judge dead in the face and lie for me
If I go to prison, who gon do my time for me?
Start the revolution, get the chair, fry with me
Go out in a blaze of glory, guns to the sky with me
I'm all alone in this world, all I got is me
[Chorus 3x]

Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens
That's right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up
Ya heard? Let's do this right, what? Yo
Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they face
Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side
See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked
But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth
'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them drops
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those papes
Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist
Project chick, dippin' whips, cruisin' the strip
Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she strip
Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the jun's
All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I guess not
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face
Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred
Shoot outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from cops
Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats
Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up
South suicide Queens, enjoy

Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips
WYLIN out with Bloods and Crips, on some shit
Leavin' you ripped is totally sick
I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips
You on a curious a trip way out of your whack
Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?
Holdin' my aim, with ways of wreck
Never know what to expect, respect a hole in you chest
My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps
The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you
Off the top, make money off of rocks
On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops
Whose the next street star? Kid, you'd love to be next
But it's X-1, kid, in the Luxury Lex
Wit' a ghetto type style
Heat for beef that we can settle right now, street niggaz
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed, smoke to the roach
Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap
Bust four guns off the roof, trick over proof
Roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night
Everyday niggaz gamblin', pumpin' drugs scramblin'
My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in
Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff a eight
Suffocate, jail nigga liftin' weight, fuck the Jake
We break laws, snuffin' motherfuckers breakin' jaws
Robbin' liquor stores, rubbin' ghetto niggaz dirty drawers
Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass
Fuck work, nigga take cash, with the quick facts
Open cases with razors, they open faces
Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers
Chrome rims and loud systems
So what the light you make the white people listen
You five days out the prison, we
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act
Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that
We back, we at the place, contact react
Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats
For violation of fun, whichever come first
Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge
In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early
Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours
Up in the Expo, E Baur
For beef, the heat, the vowel, caught up in them street showers
Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks
The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick
Street niggaz regulatin', doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips
High speed car chases, the inner belly beast dwellin'
Born and raised, extortin' for days
Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
I'm a street nigga; fuck wit me get shot in the brains
They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?
This is not a game, kid I know my math
I walk around with my pants hangin' off my ass
I don't give a fuck, the nigga here's too rugged
I pull out my dick and take a piss in public
Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do
Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew
Police in the rear view, always runnin' my plates
I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist
Off safety cocked with one in the head
You, first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped with one in the head
I got no respect for life, my mom's on drugs
You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit nuttin' but thugs
I'm so trife, hope I can live another night
And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life, 'cuz I'm a
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the nigga that call the shots

Chorus:
This is it now,
You get shut down
Official Naz got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, Big Pun holdin' it~ down,
This is it now,
You get shut down
[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Yo, aiyyo I smoke weed from housin pa, Phillies is hot one
Niggaz betta stop dunn, or catch a hot one
I'm like the Top Gun, Mohawk Shit
Rock my hat back, as long you don't fuck with Onyx
Then You safe in Iraq, I like to dubba(??)
All of my niggaz, we tear the cover up
From Iraq to Bal-ti-more
We do a song keep the shit fuckin ghetto like a hood see-saw
So what what, fuckin dick, what's the recall for?
Yo, every other week you got a brand new law
Yo them crackheads not, knowin what to do wit they time
That's why they really wanna focus on Iraq crime
So what what, fuck you nigga yo we takin shine
[Verse 2]
Shut 'em down second wave desert Bx style
We rep wow
Up(??) hoes be ya mom's dead child
Fucked up
Like blowin fed trial
Its set now
Get blown down
You sped
Blow,
Exile
My cartel drop shells
Burn a 100 L's
You frail
We raise hell
You Niggaz get blazed well
You get closed now
Hosed down
Verbal semi mad a cap
With a Henny habit
Amurk any static
Like a madman,
Goin Postal, Postal
Touch Mics
Froze you fuck it
Son I Gosu(??)
[Verse 3]
Word Up,
Im not a killa I just bust a lot
Run in the spot,
With a rusted glock
Then I bust a shot
Its not a game
Don't be in it for life
Shit is hot son
Send em to Christ
Surrender ya ice
Criminal life is dangerous ill
Trained to kill in the stainless steel
You're brain spilled
The game is real
You playin wit death
Got grimy niggas that'll label you West
And lay you to rest
South(??) Suicide wake the dead
Hate is spread ??
Spread three eights and let it raise ya head
Jail bound eternally hell bound
22 shots of shell round rock ya head in the ground
Noreaga: So what what
Chorus:
This is it now,
You get shut down
Official Nas got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, Big Pun holdin' it~ down,
This is it now,
You get shut down
[Verse 4: Big Pun]
Yo I'm the livest nigga alive, watch me show you
I'll blow your head of your shoulders your own mother won't know you
My squad is supernatural
Don't make me blast you with a rubic(??) capsule
My crew will capture you and trap you inside of Koopa's Castle
I turn ya soon to statue like Medusa's lookin at you
Produce the future raps
Or subtract you like dudes in math do
I'm always moving past you even when I use the bathroom
Wipe my asshole with pages straight out the book of Matthew
Im lookin at you with my third optical vision
I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical woman
Now I'm locked in position ready to rock with convictio
chewbaca's descendants blasting you with cosmical weapons
You might as well listen cuz you out of suggestions
Tied up submission of you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Peace to Onyx I miss them for they knowledge and wisdom
Pay homage and listen to hip-hop's newest and most volatle addition
-Breaks In
[Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz]
NOW Sticky Fingaz, I'm still alive
that mean the greatest rapper of all time ain't never died
I'm underground
Too hard for the radio
MTV won't even play my video
They scared to death motha fuckas tryin to ban me
I'm the one who told Ol' Dirty to shut down the Grammys
You think they thinkin kid well me Stick
I burn all o' ya
I don't care if Puffy do ya remix!
I'm crazy, runnin up in Def Jam with a handgun
Fuck a royalty I'm a hold Russell for Ransom
I'll make you sleep where the worms do
I couldn't care less if you ate shit and died and turned blue
Niggaz like us gonna bring the game back
There's so many wack rappers out here I don't know where to aim at
I swear to God ain't nobody touchin me
Next time you see me gonna be the last thing you ever see
Word Up
Chorus:
This is it now,
You get shut down
Official Nas got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, Big Pun holdin' it down
This is it no
You get shut down
This is it now,
You get shut down
Official Nas got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, Big Pun holdin' it down
This is it now,
You get shut down

SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
Well here's another one (WHAT!)
In the gutter one (WHAT!)
Getting running up
Troblesome extra double double I come to feed them
The feed em then I shreed em
So what if that I'm cheating.
And where's everyone when I sound(YA) gwan now (yeah)
I'm gonna show you how come on (ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!)
Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
YEAH!
That's how we gotta be
so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that
Think about the payoffer so left with an automatic rifle
For last against the lighting last bullets first
On Line
Toughest step and a rep and a run rep and a run wreck and a swine
Peace to the brothers on break his sign
Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his
criminal lickin' buck my eye,
Oh my god I'm so high
Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what!?
Just they say to make get
Making milliangh, children SLAM! Slam!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (Ooohh)
Sticky swift blast of the basty
Of the basty basty bast bashing (Aaahh)
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto five
Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE
I come across with no fear
For sure!
Un-adult un-rated un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! You forgot, you're not ready
You're head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
I'm the plonic sonic
UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS
The villian (JUU), crooks (UUU),hot midas in confide us.
See the big jerk put you look inside us,
My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the cop because it's kept all mastic
Directin' it
When y`all least expected it
And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so,
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
(STICKY FINGAZ)
I'm a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish
My language, Polluted
Onyx is heavyweight (Sonsee: And still undisputed!!)
He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes
I've paid so many dues, I feel used and abused
And I'm.... so confused
umm, excuse me, for example
I'm the inspiration, for a WHOLE generation
And unless you got 10 SSsssticky Fingers
Its straight immitation
A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!!
I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst
Comin thru wit a scam, a fullproof plan
B-boys make some noise, and just, JUST SLAM!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!

Straight up nigga
Motherfuckin' Southside nigga
(Word up)
Brooklyn what!
We gonna do it just like this man
Straight to your whole area
(Word up, word up)
Yeah, yeah
You know what we fin' to do
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Yeah
(Yo word up, yo)
It's time to take over the world!
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
(Official Nast', I'm tired of these yo, yo, yo)
Shut 'em down start the violence we whylin' whylin'
Slain rapper's body found washed up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this nigga heart slowed up, that killa froze up
When I pulled up, jumped out with the pump-pump 32 shots and ducked out
Then I broke out, left that cat for dead his body smoked out
'Cause when I fall out, y'all killas got kill me kid I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it! Got a gun, bust it!
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' where the dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes of death
Asked the Lord for forgiveness
When I did this, there was not no witness
But he should understand 'cause even God got a shit list
Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bust
Niggaz fine to bust, we the kind that rush
Those that hold back taking your whole stack
Grimy street cats, niggaz baldhead, like Kojak
Go gat for gat, quote that, in fact you can smoke that
Uncut black dust, making your whole fucking skull crack
Better know me, one-three, one and only
Could be never phony in any ceremony, I'll tear you homey
(Shut 'em down!)
Sonsee's taking your time, making your mind
Baddest nigga on the low defecatin' with rhymes
Breakin' your spine, got you movin' from the flurry time to worry
I'ma bury the bullshit, feel my full clip!
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Aiyyo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel'll blast his face
Be on the lookout for a basketcase
Niggaz pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shit is sweet
Now you up shit's creek 'cause your shit's weak
How much is your life worth to someone important? 'Cause I be extortin'
Kidnappin' for ransom is some shit that you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of Gordon niggaz was gettin' robbed
The guy from Rikers Height stayed on his job with his own little mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so soon?
Worth makin' my shit go boom [Incomprehensible] your own doom?
Fill them graveyards 'til there's no room?
Fuck you know about a pine box? Money goin' out with nine glocks
On top between that same nigga when they pull out spray nine shots
Feel like killin' for your crew? I ain't gon' rest
It don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest
Then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest
You best get on some, act your age shit
You a little kid that run for faces
More niggas get killed like that than a little bit
Ay man Sticky
F I N G A Z the crazy Cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
And grazin' amazin', I'm the guy that's lacin'
Purple Hazin, hard to be phasin', Lord, all this hell that I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder pound
We gonna
(Shut 'em down!)
We turn shit dumb quick when the gun click
Lyin' incubine pursed and lyin' on your dick
In the morgue admit it dogs I'm the Rottweiler my glock holla
Fuck cocaine killa I sniff gunpowder
So all you real Willies throw your Roley's in the sky
Now all my crooks, rob them players outside!
I'm so hype, I'll take yo' life, better have my dough right
And fuck five mics, I don't need no mic!
What? Bring it! Shut 'em down!
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
(What? Bring it)
(Official Nast' Shut 'em down!)
Word up boy, 'bout to shut down the whole industry
Official Nast', DMX, we wreckin' evr'ything!
So shut up or you get shut down! Like the rest of them!

It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the world alone
God forgot about them, hmm
Forced to fend for themselves
In the Rotten Apples of New York City
This story takes place, in 1993
How many nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to count
Just snatch em up quick
If he scream, I'ma put him out
I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UP
so I can dig him out
Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin
You ain't really have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I lied
Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma died
Is you with me I'ma slide
So we slid, had to get our gameplan together
Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know
Chorus: *sung*
For the love of money, people will rob from each other
For the love of money, people will steal from their mother
For the love of money, people will kill their own brother..
Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after me
Supposedly
we was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so hard
Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card
His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash at the house
Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday
Anyway
on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes
Yo kid don't say that
That's when we bumped heads
with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic
The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic
Yo don't panic, trust me
What?
I jump back and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I wanna watch him DIE
Wait and chill
We got bigger fish to fry, two L's later
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE DOOR
off the hinges
Bust shots right
Only thing I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun jammed
He tried to run and, reach for a knife
Shot him in the leg
So think about your life
and tell me where the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you just don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement
Smacked him with the gun, kicked him out the way
Had to be at least 500 K
Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the husband out
and we went for self
Chorus
Yo, we fuckin came off!
Word
The plan was splendid
'Cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it
Shh, let's disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this place
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and went down to Miami
Cause most those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be true
It all started when all we had was just me and you
Now a whole different person is what I'm startin to see in you
'Member when we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, with the snow white
and in number spots that flow all night
Up to this day it was all tight
Man, FUCK THAT!
You my little brother and we came out the same pussy
but I'ma kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money fucked YOU up
Tryin to say the money changed me?
What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my face see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, make you wannaerase me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why they raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin with them niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin down SHIT
I'm tellin you let's just chill man
FUCK THAT NIGGA!
It don't gotta be this way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT GOTTA BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AHEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I WON'T? FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU!

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188
Intro/Chorus:
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)
Real thug shit unplugged
Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust
Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride's come to ?
and got me shootin at a ghost cause of nickel eyes
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
Chorus
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'll probably harm the body and legs
The body and arms, the body and arms
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
Chorus
Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain niggaz Money got my gold chain?
Pick her 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
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

Chorus:
Yo, Yo, Official Naz Comin' Through betta raze it up
All my hoods' on the block better raze it up
All my peoples locked up better raze up
You better raze it up
You better raze it up
Yo Yo
Lyrical Assault
Mics outlined in chalk
Gun Talk, homicide in New York
Caught a raw deal, horror and me a vil'
Hand me the steel, breathe in ya' man to get killed
Put a knife to the love of ya' life,
Put a slug in ya' wife
Blood on ya ice
Mud on my knife
Drug price, chain snatch cocaine crack
Goin they jacks with the gat blow ya brains back
Switchin' lanes and drop vests
Blow the top of the jet
Cock and wet you rocked for death
Driveby's pain in eyes painting black lines
All the way live
Guns in the sky
Move and die
Survivin' niggaz leave you left for death
One in ya head
Runnin from Feds
Drugs under ya bed
Crime kills blast rhyme skills like nine mills
So nigga dead
Cuz I kill so what
Chorus:
Official Naz comin' though betta' raze it up
Where my real thugs at you betta' raze it up
All my villains with the checks you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official Naz' comin' through you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get wet you betta' raze it up
If you from the projects you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Right NOW, we gonna hit you up with the joints like BOW
Blast nasty
Fight pow
Styles takin' you to the bank
Me crew always pack shanks??
Lick that clit in a 600 Benz tint
These degrees is hot
MC's get got
Comin ta tangle from wild angles
Get mangled
Buck fifty game is blow you
Till ya moms won't know you
It take 2 cheap niggaz just to sell you
Its arrested then, me and my crew
It won't be beautiful,
All that shit you talk is new to who, believe that
Words hit you like a semi-gat
Any act, unaccordingly wait, gimme that
So core tight it was house
Complicated in death
Me and my killas still here
And yo ass is out
We up out the gutters
And let you get touched
Its such, blood rush
Raze it up!
Chorus:
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
Everybody from the streets betta' raze it up
And if you holdin heat you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
All the willies at the bar ya betta' raze it up
If you bouncin in ya car ya betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Sticky Fingaz
Madman, tear down stages
Ain't nobody dead or alive who could get with me and my rages
Throw my clip in a gat and I'm sick of this yap
And I'm ready to bust a cap
And if you happen
Ya niggaz will get shot fuck the rap
Get ya ass kicked
Set you up or get you blasted
Closed gasket
I'm the bald headed bastard
Black dust gave me black lungs
I pack guns
Im used to action like dodgin' bullets over crack funds
Reaction!
Blaze the mack 10
Shogun
I could spot the sheisty villains cuz it take one to know one
Remove my mask and reveal myself
Heal Myself,
If I was you I would kill myself
So play dead eyes stay red
Spray lead
I'm way fed and ain't leavin without they head
Son holders they bout to get roughed up what
When you see me all you hear is: (gunshot kinda noises)
Official Naz Comin through ya betta' raze it up
All my shorties in the spot you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get shot you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official Naz Comin through ya betta' raze it up
When you see the Cops come you betta' raze it up
East coast West coast you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
What?!
Word Up Raze it Up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
Word~ up Raze it up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
C'mon word up raze it up

Sticky Fingaz: Official Naz Takeover
Chorus:
Yo Yo Official Naz Comin' Through betta raze it up
All my hoods' on the block better raze it up
All my peoples locked up better raze up
You better raze it up
You better raze it up
Verse1 (Sonsee)
Yo Yo
Lyrical Assault
Mics outlined in chalk
Gun Talk homicide in New York
Caught a raw deal horror and me a vil'
Hand me the steel breathe in ya' man to get killed
Put a knife to the love of ya' life,
Put a slug in ya' wife
Blood on ya ice
Mud on my knife
Drug price, chain snatch cocaine crack
Goin they jacks with the gat blow ya brains back
Switchin' lanes and drop vests
Blow the top of the jet
Cock and wet you rocked for death
Driveby's pain in eyes painting black lines
All the way live
Guns in the sky
Move and die
Survivin' niggaz leave you left for death
One in ya head
Runnin from Feds
Drugs under ya bed
Crime kills blast rhyme skills like nine mills
So nigga dead
Cuz I kill so what
Chorus:
Official Naz comin' though betta' raze it up
Where my real thugs at you betta' raze it up
All my villains with the checks you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official Naz' comin' through you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get wet you betta' raze it up
If you from the projects you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Verse2 (Fredro Starr)
Right NOW, we gonna hit you up with the joints like BOW
Blast nasty
Fight pow
Styles takin' you to the bank
Me crew always pack shanks??
Lick that clit in a 600 Benz tint
These degrees is hot
MC's get got
Comin ta tangle from wild angles
Get mangled
Buck fifty game is blow you
Till ya moms won't know you
It take 2 cheap niggaz just to sell you
Its arrested then, me and my crew
It won't be beautiful,
All that shit you talk is new to who, believe that
Words hit you like a semi-gat
Any act, unaccordingly wait, gimme that
So core tight it was house
Complicated in death
Me and my killas still here
And yo ass is out
We up out the gutters
And let you get touched
Its such, blood rush
Raze it up!
Chorus:
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
Everybody from the streets betta' raze it up
And if you holdin heat you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
All the willies at the bar ya betta' raze it up
If you bouncin in ya car ya betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Verse3 (Sticky Fingaz)
Sticky Fingaz
Madman, tear down stages
Ain't nobody dead or alive who could get with me and my rages
Throw my clip in a gat and I'm sick of this yap
And I'm ready to bust a cap
And if you happen
Ya niggaz will get shot fuck the rap
Get ya ass kicked
Set you up or get you blasted
Closed gasket
I'm the bald headed bastard
Black dust gave me black lungs
I pack guns
Im used to action like dodgin' bullets over crack funds
Reaction!
Blaze the mack 10
Shogun
I could spot the sheisty villains cuz it take one to know one
Remove my mask and reveal myself
Heal Myself,
If I was you I would kill myself
So play dead eyes stay red
Spray lead
I'm way fed and ain't leavin without they head
Son holders they bout to get roughed up what
When you see me all you hear is: (gunshot kinda noises)
Official Naz Comin through ya betta' raze it up
All my shorties in the spot you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get shot you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official Naz Comin through ya betta' raze it up
When you see the Cops come you betta' raze it up
East coast West coast you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Sticky Fingaz: What?!
Onyx: Word Up Raze it Up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
Word~ up Raze it up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
C'mon word up raze it up
DJ scratching "raze it up"

[Intro]
Aaaiight... aaaiight... aaaiight... aaaiight!
OH NO NOT THEM HITTIN' CHROME!
[Fredro Starr]
Balheadz and gunz BLOAW!
Do you wanna run say: "Aaah!" (Aaah!)
Wich way did he go? You don't know
You move too slow, boy you BLOW
My style flows on you right here
Where my Queens niggaz? (RIGHT HERE!)
Is you out there? (YEAH!... YEAH!)
[Sonsee]
Just watch us walk this hit, and get ILL
We won't gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make bricks
[Sticky Fingaz]
And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left... SNOW, I still be a hoodlum
Cuz good dayz come to those WHO TAKE 'EM
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things outta ya
I gotta screeaam! (Aaah!) To let it all
It's frustration and it's filled up inside a me!
[Chorus]
Come on and scream (AAH!)
And shout (OOH!), just let it all out (YEAH!)
(4x)
[Sonsee]
These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse
They keep comin' around like auto-reverse
But then I shift THE WORST!
We THE WORST, and then they heard
But first da cut-- Then I bust they verse to quince(?) my fears
[Sticky Fingaz]
I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm broke
So I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neck
And SQUEEZE until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death
[Sonsee]
Yo, you smell that?
[Fredro Starr]
Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect like Woodtex
A newer Tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken
WHERE'S THE WEED I NEED? It is my vitamin, so light it Lincoln (HAH!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
This style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be
We AFFICIAL NAST!
[Chorus]
[Fredro Starr]
When I was born, I never thought that I could be like that
? up on their BACK, block's sellin' CRACK
Watch the BLACK cops, I PACK cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in Dawn Paddy crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin' mine
Faultless for ghetto minds, and FUCK DA?
See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
THEY GOT bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and Deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, word to mother!
[Sonsee]
Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your style is old and?
So burn up mo' money, cuz you gets no credit
You want it? Here go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo
Bangin' M.C.'s, SO KEEP IT LIVE! Up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--Most def, Most Def
[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've lived this long
In my wildest dreams, that I'm a STAR!
All spotlights, police have me!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
All City keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop

Yo! Turn that shit up, word up!
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz ' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn shit nigga!
What? What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em
Green backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out, formula
See it clearly through my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The East New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All City shit!
Yo Greg Valentine!)
Yo, the bees be rushin' like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All City what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)
Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the
LOVESONG!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T WANT NONE!
But regardless, readin' WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder, want charges!
You off getargets, kill any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial Nast what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new nigga for ya niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! Step up and shit....)
I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz just press G-O
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)
All you crack niggaz, I don't even like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple your boss, what?!!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! Fuckin' All City!
Muthafuckin' Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr talkin' to you nigga!
Fuckin' Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in this muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck up, everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial
Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck
Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!