Most get astounded by surrounded sound effects in the back Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' budge in his jacket Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty
betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain't getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty) [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Put that ass up on the flo', make it clap when you see cats
money out ya crib, cause you ain't getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty) [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Put that ass up on the flo', make it clap when you see cats
it ain't no curin' me C to the H to the I N G Y [Unverified] Yeah, uh, yo, uh Put that ass up on the floor Make it clap when you seen cats pass through
get visions like stevie and coleco, Give me 2000 live people One late show no seaquel. Aint no equal in the flesh I been through more evil than men do. Nasty
droppin' He play funk punk 'n' hip-hoppin' Breakin' laws, yeah' culture shockin' We be pop lockin' and moshin' I get down and grove to cuts, yeah Check mark art of moving butts, ah huh Nowadays cats
your match Next time I see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes wanna gas me Heard I did a song with Ghost nasty
flow Ready to go Let my energy flow Steadily bro Scaring off the enemy, yo Progression While I'm releasing aggression In this rap profession I keep other cats
no tomorrow [Verse 2: Nasty Boi] I'm feelin' 151 today, and maybe a blunt tonight The way I'm takin' Delta on this next flight, I'm ridin' on an airplane Got my rockstar cats
of the town I'm spottin' 'em in my rearview A bunch of obstacles to get a clear view, of me And I ain't got the time to break away Lotta cats will drop
me vanished Ninja in the night with the phantoms Amped up, set off hoppers (?) See rays blast from the optics Livin in fucked up ghetto economics Spit from the voicebox, nasty
brave bashin Brooklyn bullet busters Big biscuits barrels blazin beheadin bitch boasts and bluffers Borough barricaders beat bringers brutally blast Bringin blood baths (C!) cover cowards corners collectin cash Confirmed convicts committin crimes clappin cats
bluffers Borough barricaders beat bringers brutally blast bringin' blood baths... (C) Cover cowards corners collectin' cash Confirmed convicts commitin' crimes clappin' cats
[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
a tenderoni would deserve She got some nerve thinkin' every nigga's a herb That goes around trickin' on every chicken that he's stickin' Male of female, whoever cats
professional Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo Show me lies, suck my beach I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw Chorus: Raekwon Introducing these nasty
give her some old chat But it's not like that on the TV When it's cool for cats It's cool for cats Cool for cats