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| Black Dust
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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, its 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
Ima do my show, get my dough, and lick titties
Im shitty, I diarrehea on the globe
Fire flee up on your clothes
And like squito up on your hoe
In case you didnt know, I stay free flow
Officially, thisll 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, its only us
Shits 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
Niggas 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, cant fuck with us
[?]
Umm, my guns wettin, like a open hydrant
Got you hidin, from shots firin
From hot iron
You gotta realize, your blocks dyin
Put skis on your knees and start sliding
My clocks timin, not tryin, to see us not shinin
Im eye blindin, hearts, hearts like a lion
Youre not lyin, superstar then a dine in
Your insides cryin, rip your outside in
[Chorus] (repeats)
Schemin in the back
See Im schemin in the back
[Sticky Fingaz]
Act like you dont 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 its a promo, this nigga here no show
About my no low, I never drive slo-mo
Faster than Go Go, if it aint me its so so
Kick in your door, wavin the four four
All you hear is shots until there aint no more
Hit you with the low blow, you cant 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 cant fuck with me solo?
Checkmate, no go
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