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Onyx Miscellaneous Black Dust Official......Nas......niggas! Word up Somethin new for you [?] Hear to make moves, get mines automatically (?) 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 [?] 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 [?] 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 |
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