| Official… Nas…niggas!
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| Word up
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| Somethin new for you
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| Hear to make moves, get mines automatically
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| Emphatically, rhyme master, rapidly tragedies
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| Guns like Butch Cassidy, nasty like Dick Dastardly
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| As I be gradually (distorted) like (gunshot)
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| Glowin, blowin, flowin, goin, fast at it like Jesse Owens
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| Make you throw in, the towel, I will
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| Do all sorts of moves through all sports
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| Rhymes blew all thoughts, all crews to dust, it’s us
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| Official, Nastee, the aggy still ghastly
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| You triple S nigga, soft sexy and sassy
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| We crash, I break your cast, and yes, we get busy
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| I’mma do my show, get my dough, and lick titties
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| I’m shitty, I diarrehea on the globe
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| Fire flee up on your clothes
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| And like 'squito up on your ho
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| In case you didn’t know, I stay free flow
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| Officially, this’ll be your chance to see
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| How ill this nigga be, go figure
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| For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me
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| For every bitch that show me love, two bitches tryin to take me
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| For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me
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| Yo, black dust, miraculous
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| Head rush, hoes blush, it’s only us
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| Shit’s lush, shit we lust, is plush, Lexus
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| My techs bust, your guns rust, to God trust
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| Walk the path righteous, priceless
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| Nigga you shine like ice crushed
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| You get your shit bust, no more to discuss
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| Nigga’s jeal-e-ous, cuz bitches feel us
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| The wild, rebel-e-ous, hell yes
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| Niggas is whack, we pack dust
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| Official Nas niggas back us, can’t fuck with us
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| Umm, my gun’s wettin, like a open hydrant
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| Got you hidin, from shots firin, from hot iron
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| You gotta realize, your block’s dyin
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| Put skis on your knees and start sliding
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| My clock’s timin, cop tryin, to see us not shinin
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| I’m eye blindin, hearts, hearts like a lion
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| You’re not lyin, superstar then a dine in
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| Your insides cryin, rip your outside in
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| (repeats)
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| Schemin in the back
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| See I’m schemin in the back
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| Act like you don’t know, I put you in the choke hold
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| Rampage the logos, nigga here is loco
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| I still get respect if I had no dough
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| Sport Polo, always keep a low pro
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| If it’s a promo, this nigga here no show
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| About my no low, I never drive slo-mo
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| Faster than Go Go, if it ain’t me it’s so so
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| Kick in your door, wavin the four four
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| All you hear is shots until there ain’t no more
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| Hit you with the low blow, you can’t go toe toe
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| I rub elbow, with niggas in cell blo', and New York City hellhole
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| Still in they jail clo'
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| Old school niggas with Kango, and shell toe
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| Mix hats with Hydro, and Cocoa
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| How you gonna fuck with my click if you can’t fuck with me solo?
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| Checkmate, no go |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Dust, artist - Onyx. Album song Shut 'Em Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп