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 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

       Verse Two:

       [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

       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

       Verse Three:

       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