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