| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 0:48 | 
|
|||
 |
2. |
| 4:00 | 
|
||
|
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 (Sonsee) Yo Yo Lyrical Assault Mics outlined in chalk Gun Talk, homicide in New York Caught a raw deal, horror Amityville 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 (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 |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:54 |
|
|||
|
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
(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 [X-1] Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips While in 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 to 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 [Chorus] [Fredro Starr] Street niggaz spend they last on weed, smoke to the roach Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap Bust fo' guns off the roof, drink overproof Roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night (ee-yah!!) 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, reppin ghetto niggaz dirty drawers Never hesitate to blast; kick your fuckin ass Fuck work - nigga take cash, with the quick fast Open cases, where razors, lay open faces Paid niggaz got guns wit lasers, SkyPagers Chrome rims and loud systems So at the light you make the white people listen You five days out the prison - WE [Chorus] [Sonsee] 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 ???, 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 bowel? 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 [Chorus] [Sticky Fingaz] 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! This 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 rearview, always runnin my plates I kept a, poker face and a gun in my waist Off safety, cocked with, one in the head The 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... [All] Street nigga [Chorus] (without first 'all' sentence) [All] Street nigga! |
||||||
| 4. |
| 3:59 |
|
|||
|
Sticky Fingaz: Official Naz Takeover
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 Amityville 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 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! 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 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" |
||||||
| 5. |
| 3:49 |
|
|||
|
[Chorus]
To all you rappers out there With money and fame Rockin a foreign car Everything brand name Broke Willies with no money Keep runnin yo game Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains [Fredro Starr] we ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' up hundred G's a show, price low enough ghetto struck, layin in the cut with the metal mack 11, what no cup, sippin amaretto 7-up the wet life, shit is liquid my wife trippin' my whole clique got shit to whip it last switchin Benz to Benz skippin, superstar hittin your whole world is ice rippin, you like sniffin you like shittin, tricks trickin, rolly with the inscription watch a rich nigga clickin' FROM NEW YORK TO L.A. same shit, different day, mad cash to play When I walk my chains swing I drew swing hevily ill from Beverly Hills I paid 20 g's damn son it better be real We holdin your deals, its 70 mils eaten meals of Beverly pills Now watch how the bubbly spills [Chorus] (2x) [Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)] I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days sit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the month from a low life, the one I go shopping, im not worried bout no price, i wear the same clothes TWICE! fuck the PO-LICE! Its hydro stuff L's, six plus sells stones heavy on the scales themselves, X-L strait G's, moneys and properties black F-G 15's, weightin trees and OC's We old g's always O.T.-in on a low-key spit more game than goldie, your bitch chose me suppose WE most-LY, do em slow-LY we play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them! A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty waist whos Benz I hit two twins in a blue Ventz and we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals cause white-collar crimes equal dolla' dolla' sign! [Chorus] [Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz] yo we went from rags to riches and get pitches with mad bitches, yo, you can get a autograph or one shot, from the semi-auto pass rap niggas flippin more then halfs livin it up, takin all the cash, GIVIN IT UP! we set it up, on a low tilt it up in the black quest, pass sex to the extress from out the blackness, straight on the boulevard lookin for somethin to get my hands in a strippers dancin in the mansion word up, that's how we operate uncut n raw the players copping, fake cokies stepped on twice put your money on the street niggas under the lihgt and hold your money tight kids to die, raze em up, and roll 'em twice even rich nigga ass better so trife we'll gamble mo off yo life true i couldn't see well flip my p12, rover key to the e-mail wish a hundred tell, g'd out, I walk the hog, I beat jail yall gotta each tell, kick back, relax, word up nigga laid up bills paid up shit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20 we throw these cats on the sideline, lookin all funny gettin no money, cause they every day clownin we play around with thousands, a hundred g's where we countin A hundred G's a show, here we're out kid (word up word up) [Chorus] (2x) |
||||||
| 6. |
| 0:18 |
|
|||
| 7. |
| 4:54 |
|
|||
|
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 [both] 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! *gun blasts* Chorus cont. with - Don't let money change you.. - before fade |
||||||
| 8. |
| 4:41 |
|
|||
|
[Intro]
Yo FUCK THAT word up man! (Word to mother yo) Who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!) Fuck that, who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!) [Fredro Starr] Yo I'm goin straight for your head to leave you headless Eyes of redness, I spray rap cats, to burn the lead tips Point blank range, I take aim, blow your brain out the frame Eight shots'll touch ya, spit ya physical structure Motherfucker this is lyrical destruction Path of disaster face Nast, comin at cha full blast and capture grabs your last, breath like the asthma Couldn't care less, you approachin near death My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearless The devil himself, a rebel in himself trapped in America, assassinate your character, slaughter ya Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, FUCK ALL OF YA! What?! Bringin MC's, YEAH, callin ya Livin like a nigga with six months to live On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a SACRIFICE Do a heist, ya niggaz ain't true to life, my whole crew is trife! So bring your wildest nigga reppin for your team Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit Rap shit, get your back ripped, plus the gat spit Load it and cock it bag, on thirty-two tracks Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the CATS! Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed [Sticky Fingaz] Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it I never fuck pussy that's yeast infected Fuck a brain fry, make me think irrational If I even think you schemin, YOU KNOW I'M BLASTIN YOU I'm too raw; what is you - out you gourd? I cut through any challenger, top notch or amateur You'd rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's cash and no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son You lookin at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't mess with I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo' intestine 'Member when I tested, this nigga manhood to see if he was a true nigga, so I pulled out my gun Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger {*CLICK*} Ha hah! Barrel empty, joke on you Jack He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack You know where I'm comin from, most my niggaz pump 'n jump And when it's time to dump and run, I never jump the gun or get cold feet, I hold heat Y'a niggaz don't know me; in six hours I made up four years Got high shit for your ears; sorry somethin that I never felt yo, fingertips made of Velcro You talkin shit like it's a little game That's now how we get down - 'beef' is my middle name So don't die over nonsense, I ain't got no conscience Come out your face you gettin shot Everything I'm spittin hot - I need fame without the bread like I need a hole in the head Add insult to injury, you can't fuck with me Guess that's not your cup of tea - I'm every star I meet If you are what you eat, fuck the rookies, rejects plainclothes and detect's I had a hard life, grew up too quick But kept it tight with my true click, startin a new flip Fuck you frontin for? I seen your bag with your tail between your leg Afficial Nast in the house that mean you DEAD! [Sonsee] You takin a RIDE, in the ambulance, you catch mad damages Cock the hammer shit, leave you Los(t) like Angeles You ain't brick, or stucco, or paper machete Whatever you got, get taken away, YOU'RE BAKIN TODAY Trust that, it's time to crush cats, when I bust raps I rush tracks, and oft' act, BUCKWILD! Army comin through here nigga, TRUCK STYLE! FUCK YOU! FUCK THE JUDGE! FUCK TRIAL! I'm givin niggaz shattered egos, I keep foes or a pet bet they small threat, MAKE 'EM EAT THOSE! Deep goes my depth, sleep hoes get wet If that ain't enough, we come through and hose your shit Hit you with the FIREWORKS, you see the stars BANGIN I really BANG YOU, and prepare you for God's ANGELS It's not on humble, but some shit you can't come through Nigga try to blow he gotta go, and now you know Experience, from the furious, eeriest Dead serious, hysterias, fillin ya, interior with nervousness, for your services WE CUTTIN OFF YOUR CIRCULATION AND DEADEN YA PURPOSES! We them niggaz you can't FUCK with, rain or shine All mics I slain yo' kind, changed the mind of those thinkin of playin theyrself, NEXT is ETCHED, in stone, you motherfuckers gettin BLOWN! |
||||||
| 9. |
| 0:51 |
|
|||
| 10. |
| 4:32 |
|
|||
|
[Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga [copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright [Sticky] Yo man get the fuck off me [copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out alright [Sticky] Yo, aight aight man! [copper] Get the fuck down on the ground man! [Sticky] Aight man! [copper] Now keep your ass on the floor.. [Sticky] Yo who the fuck can I trust man? [devil] You can trust me man [Sticky] Everywhere I turn there's danger God! [devil] Ah-hahahaha [Sticky] Yo I feel like the walls is closin in on me man! [devil] Ay, I am Stress [Sticky] Buggin man.. ARRRRGH! [devil] Yeah, I got you where I want you [Sticky] Word up man [devil] Hehehe [Sticky] Ain't got nowhere to go Son [devil] No you don't Yo Chorus: Onyx These streets is tryin to kill me My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly This ghetto might murder me, or lock me up Twenty-five to life, throw the key Chorus Verse One: X-1 Yo, yo You know what happens in the actions of the inner city tale When your thoughts fail and have you scared to death biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make sales Even if it take the last of me I'ma fill my pockets to capacity Anything that takes cash, fuck job huntin Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob sum'in If you home or not, I put the chrome to your knot One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place Gimme the funds up out of the safe Hit the fire escape, high-divin gates Flyin from Jakes, I'm dyin for paint Chorus Verse Two: Sonsee Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head So the tricolored silenced Rugar stay off safe To take off a face, just in case, a quiet lace Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-and anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and rotten So eyes open, don't sleep Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat Police, wanna brutalize me to death And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans And bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end Cut open my chest, and see my heart pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, it's a price Til then, when it's over, kamikaze Strictly, I'm takin all you motherfuckers with me! Chorus Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Sticky Fingaz When I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to cry Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin everything We want the pussies to the diamond rings You want the sun to shine? We want the rain to pour Official Nast' to put your body on the floor *BLAM BLAM* *BLAM* OH SHIT I'M HIT! I'M HIT! They just shot me in the stomach! UNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! *BLAM BLAM BLAM* *BLAM BLAM* Who want it who want it? Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking* [Sticky changes to a narrator voice] My whole life I ain't never give a shit My mentality was *clip cocked into gun* get shot or gimme a gam If the gun ain't jam, I woulda bust you I don't trust my own mother, how the FUCK I'ma trust you? I did some things that I sorta regret But I can't bring them niggaz back kid they already wet As a kid I went to jail cause I sold crack I'm holdin trial in the streets cause I ain't tryin to go back [Sticky switches back to panicked voice] Oh SHIT! What happened?! Wait, now I 'member! And where my gun??! I musta dropped it when I jumped out that window *broken glass* Ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I don't see em I gotta make it to the B-M, and try to stop this bleeding I ain't trying to die, I got mad blood spilt ("Aiyyo there that nigga go! Kill him!") Oh shit! *BLAM* [Sticky narrates as a ghost] I left behind a widow and a bastard kid The streets was tryin to kill me, and it did Verse Four/Modified Chorus: Fredro Starr These streets is tryin to kill me That's why I keep a Mac-Mil this shit is real to me This shit is deadly, this ghetto might murder me or lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, I'm low key So niggaz don't notice me, a half a key is worth more than a pound of weed, I die for my seed Kill for my family, fuck this world cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with Tennessee Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the death of me But til they bury me When sixteen shots enter me Remember me your worst enemy Motherfuckers! |
||||||
| 11. |
| 3:54 |
|
|||
|
Official......Nas......niggas!
Word up Somethin new for you [X-1] Hear to make moves, get mines automatically Emphatically, rhyme master, rapidly tragedies Guns like Butch Cassidy, nasty like Dick Dastardly As I be gradually (distorted) like (gunshot) Glowin, blowin, flowin, goin, fast at it like Jesse Owens Make you throw in, the towel, I will Do all sorts of moves through all sports Rhymes blew all thoughts, all crews to dust, it's us Official, Nastee, the aggy still ghastly You triple S nigga, soft sexy and sassy We crash, I break your cast, and yes, we get busy I'ma do my show, get my dough, and lick titties I'm shitty, I diarrehea on the globe Fire flee up on your clothes And like 'squito up on your hoe In case you didn't know, I stay free flow Officially, this'll be your chance to see how ill this nigga be, go figure [Chorus:] For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me For every bitch that show me love, two bitches tryin to take me For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me [Fredro Starr] Yo, black dust, miraculous Head rush, hoes blush, it's only us Shit's lush, shit we lust, is plush, Lexus My techs bust, your guns rust, to God trust Walk the path righteous, priceless Nigga you shine like ice crushed You get your shit bust, no more to discuss Nigga's jeal-e-ous, cuz bitches feel us The wild, rebel-e-ous, hell yes Niggas is whack, we pack dust Official Nas niggas back us, can't fuck with us [Sonsee] Umm, my gun's wettin, like a open hydrant Got you hidin, from shots firin, from hot iron You gotta realize, your block's dyin Put skis on your knees and start sliding My clock's timin, not tryin, to see us not shinin I'm eye blindin, hearts, hearts like a lion You're not lyin, superstar then a dine in Your insides cryin, rip your outside in [Chorus] (repeats) Schemin in the back See I'm schemin in the back [Sticky Fingaz] Act like you don't know, I put you in the choke hold Rampage the logos, nigga here is loco I still get respect if I had no dough Sport Polo, always keep a low pro If it's a promo, this nigga here no show About my no low, I never drive slo-mo Faster than Go Go, if it ain't me it's so so Kick in your door, wavin the four four All you hear is shots until there ain't no more Hit you with the low blow, you can't go toe toe I rub elbow, with niggas in cell blo', and New York City hellhole Still in they jail clo' Old school niggas with Kango, and shell toe Mix hats with Hydro, and Cocoa How you gonna fuck with my click if you can't fuck with me solo? Checkmate, no go |
||||||
| 12. |
| 0:38 |
|
|||
| 13. |
| 4:10 |
|
|||
|
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 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 [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 [50 Cent] 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 it was 50 Chorus [X-1] 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 |
||||||
| 14. |
| 4:30 |
|
|||
|
[Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee}] (Yo what's up baby?) Ay yo Stick man, shit is fucked up! (Who the fuck this?) It's fuckin Fredro man! (Yo yo yo, turn the muthafuckin music down god.) It's my fuckin word, Sticky, man! (Yo what's up nigga?) Muthafuckas wetted everything out there. (What the fuck you talkin about?) Muthafuckas is dead, son! (Yo yo, calm down nigga, calm down!) Word to fuckin mother man! (Just tell me what happened, god.) It had to be about eight o'clock (Uh huh, uh huh) When niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot Yo half the spot got locked (What? Who got shot?) My little nigga Bill from down the hill We had a one through five I heard he might not survive (Aw, damn) He caught one in his leg Two shots hit him in his upper (What?) Part of his chest, two inches above his vest Heard you next (I'm next?) That's the word in the projects (What? Them niggas ain't no threat They'll whole set'll get wet Yo go get the AK, and my two nines with the silencers And at seven thirty, y'all niggaz meet me at Veronica's) Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga I'm out {Let me talk to him, let me talk to him} Yo yo Stick hold up, yo yo yo Stick, talk to Son (Aight, aight) Don't even wet that done, yo I'm bringin mad guns {Ay yo Stick, that's my word It might be them niggas from Riverside Cuz I heard they knew somethin About how my little nigga died} (Who who, little Dave with the red car?) {Yeah, he had beef up there With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade With the scar by his head} (Aight aight, get the big shit, no bullshit, it's time to flip And I'll see y'all niggas later, be safe) {No doubt, aight kid} Then they jumped in the Expo Aiyyo Son slow down, we got mad techs yo Fuck that I'm vexed yo! Yeah I know, I know but chill, let alone and chill We meet the gods so we can bill on these niggas for real It was a half an hour drive 'fore they finally arrive Veronica came to the door, she smiled and said [Veronica] Hi, hi! Step inside, get out the rain get dry Sticky's in the back playing pool by the sauna [Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee} *Veronica*] We stepped in the back all I smelled was marijuana (Yo what's up?) Yo nigga what's up (You know I don't give a fuck Them niggas time's up You got them two nines or what?) No doubt, I bought it all out {Kid I'm ready to go to war!} (Ay yo yo yo, chill let's play it smart And catch em by surprise We'll do it on the ninjas In the mornin before the sunrise Ay yo Veronica, *Yes?* yo gimme some beers And cook me some food, I'm starvin) *Ok, alright darlin* Yo Stick, what's up with this bitch? (I'm startin to like this chick) Yo she a bad bitch {Yeah, plus her dad is rich} (Yo fuck it, rack it up C'mon lemme bust your ass Nine ball) Yeah aight, put your money where your mouth is Winner take all {Ay yo, I got next, pass me a Beck's and a philly Cuz this L we bout to puff is for my nigga Billy} A hour passed *Dinner's ready* What's to eat? *I made spaghetti in clam sauce* (See? She know I'm the damn boss) *I'ma go upstairs and lay down You guys enjoy your meal* {Yo how many rooms this spot got? This crib is ill} Ay yo this food is slammin, god She cook like she black (Yeah, and after this I'ma go upstairs and tear out her back) *It's me, Veronica. Yeah they're all here right now Ok, alright* (Veronica? *Huh?* Who was that?) *Oh, oh just my dad* (C'mere my little freak dog, why you lookin so sad? You want daddy to cheer you up? You know you like when I spank you So bend over by the bedpost and grab your ankles) (After three nut, then fell the fuck out Cuz in the mornin gotta take care of this b-i No doubt) Wake up motherfuckers! [Fredro Starr] Oh shit! What did I see? Five niggas pointin guns at me (.?.) and Sonsee *Fuck that! Shut the fuck up! Nigga get the fuck on the floor!* Hit me dead in the jaw With the chrome four four [Sticky Fingaz] Woke up the next mornin, couldn't hardly sleep last night Oh shit my two nines is missin, wait somethin ain't right Where the fuck that bitch go? Damn that hoe! Wait, I know, that bitch in the kitchen praly makin me something to eat But still wearin my heat Fuck it I'ma wake these niggas up so we can go hit the street I went downstairs, couldn't believe my eyes I seen Veronica with three guys twice my size They all had guns but I was gatless Last thing I saw was the kid with the scar And then I seen blackness Remember thinkin, how the fuck they know? Oh, Veronica Oh, Veronica, Veronica [repeat 6X] |
||||||
| 15. |
| 4:59 |
|
|||
|
[Fredro Starr] 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! [J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)] 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!) [Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}] 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?!!) [Sticky Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)] 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....) [Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}] 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!) [X - 1, (Fredro Starr)] 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?!! [Fredro & Sticky Fingaz] 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! Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*) |
||||||
| 16. |
| 3:35 |
|
|||
|
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm a rapper turned rock star Word up, what I wanna know Yo, I'm a rapper turned rock star What, what, what, what I'm a rapper turned rock star Yo, yo, yo [Fredro Starr] I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car What y'all? The black prop with the crowbar No plates off the lot it costs a lot You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock Money don't stop long as I stay hot Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top Nigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in gold You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga Chorus: Mr. Cheeks (repeat 2X) Why not? Makin moves and gettin money with my team We them ghetto starz, this here is far from a dream Official Nas, here to get up in that ass Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass [?] Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this Grab the mic, handle your business This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners? You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens [?] Official Nas, and L-B fam Bringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake Regulate, we delegate and dead they take That's a rapper that it's official, track for track I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques You whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope do Any member of my crew'll roze you Number one spot, took that Onyx show, book that Got a bet, better know where to put that [Chorus] X 2 [Sonsee] I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house I got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouse I'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold out So you see that, you better shut your mouth I used to scheme on niggas that had more than me Now I'm that nigga and niggas scheme on me I got a ghetto mentality If a nigga front, I'm gattin 'em I never had nothin, now my rolex is platinum I be the same man, rich or poor Wildin out at the club, time to hit the floor Outside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpit Fuck partyin with y'all, we already got shit You rockless, nina you ain't got no props Let me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spot Even at a rich event, you can still get shot Fuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mack We guaranteed to start fights everytime we rap Yo, who got next? Who got first? I'm God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what? [Chorus] X 4 |
||||||
| 17. |
| 1:27 |
|
|||
|
[Sticky Fingaz]
Seem like the only thoughts would be negative But shit, I'd never give, I need a sedative I'mma forever live, the one and only, murderer Defeat, I never heard of that Push ya head, throw the back, gettin that, word to gat The most coatable, a number two of niggas when there's a show to do You know the true Official Nast niggas, I blow a hole in you I'm sellin tracks not cracks, you buyin or what? Cuz I be in your crib right now, tyin you up Corams jack ya house, put the gat to your spouse mouth And clean the place, kill the kids, do they see my face? It's the cream I taste, he thinkin my way, be the race We the mischief who raise the most hell Onyx in the Bible, Genesis 2, verse 12 And that's the life, that I lead Niggas walk around town like they can't bleed So take that, where your heart is at So take that, yeah, what Take that and that and that and that and that |
||||||
| 18. |
| 10:41 |
|
|||
|
wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x3)
[Raekwon] eh, yo staircases to stage now, major waves tanktop nautica, flippin your daughter 30 ways yeah, who want mine, bent outta shape one time play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine watch my shit shit, niggaz in the back, wigs lit you know the stats god, niggaz in the back, backs lit war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that yo, fedrados rock my man, yo 300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow my techinique, roller in the road, gold league you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley [Fredro Starr, (X-1)] yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious you knock this, bust a shot don't miss, you better knock this (x-1 while out and watch this til your eyes turn red with blotches eatin scraps out the garbage unload a cartridge and bust a cap x could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest) i cross the heat from across the street fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out on the dance floor, blood and moet, i'm blowin your set trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death i'm goin for broke, i'm blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes (wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red x million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm for seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm sleepin i'm gone, you see what i'm on keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts from here to battery parts) Chorus: [ODB {sampled from "protect ya neck"}] first things first man, your fuckin with the worst (x3) You can't slam, so let me get fooled on a man [Suave] still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed splash your class, mash your staff what, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch hurt your bunch, get mercked your front in the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face twist you, and won't miss you, official master killer bee full blast, get off, smash, pull fast for your stash, long as the war last, put up in your ass tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap [Killa Sin] we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line cuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream my whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars this terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss canibus, evangelist, i impulse with metal fists wu build like construction and bang like precusion on the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what Chorus x2 [Method Man, (Sticky Fingaz)] (holy shit, who the fuck is that) it's john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back) i got your back cousin (i got the mac cousin) and when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin (because it's the new year, time for some new shit nowadays rappers dyin over music) dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs for survival, duckin homicidal, you rival (yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang) chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone home on the range (eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious we go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit (8-ball in the corner pocket) we snatch wallets off the white college the big apple forever rotten now when it comes to hard target hot nicks (so what the bullet clot) pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen (yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother fuckers my moms don't raise no suckers, i slap rappers turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers) enough said, let's make whole fuckin town read (and rip their whole crew to a shread i got cold blood) hold your club (i hold blood) show no love (so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club) we throw slugs (you ain't no thug i earn every god damn penny that i got son, i roll with a shotgun in the convertible i wish a nigga with wood, would try to fuckin jack me, i'll murder you) Chorus wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2) |
||||||
| 19. |
| 4:15 |
|
|||
|
Straight up nigga Motherfuckin Southside nigga (word up) [SF] 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 [SF] It's time to take over the world! Chorus: repeat 4X Shut 'em down - shut 'em down, shut 'em down [Onyx - 1] 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 [Sonsee] 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 taki |
||||||
|
