作词 : B. Sandlin/Fred Scruggs/S. Anderson/Sticky Fingaz/Tyrone Taylor
 作曲 : B. Sandlin/Fred Scruggs/S. Anderson/Sticky Fingaz/Tyrone Taylor
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 ****ing 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, ****ingin 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 ****ing shit
Chorus [Fredro Starr
Yo, yo I'm on some other ****ing shit, run up on your mother ****ing shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother ****ing shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot
****ing 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 ****ing 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, **** him
He didn't listen told him give me the ****ingone
The sick ****ing shit is when the police, came around to get me
The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin it was 50
Chorus [X-1
**** 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 ****ing shit down
Nine-eight, word up get your ****ing shit straight
You think your ****ing shit hot?
Stick your ****ing shit up
What? Bring yo' ****ing shit to the club
Bring yo' heat to the street
Official Nast', shuttin ****ing shit down --
WHAT?! Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard
Official Nastee
Airlines, flight 188