Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nast' Airlines, flight 98

Yo, kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react

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
Too close, antidote, lace the gunsmoke
Here to get those, snakes get it the most
G's overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes
TEC blows, I only put a hole in your leg so

Ladies and gentlemen

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 niggas in my zone, my close affiliates
Be rippin' and illin' and drillin' and spendin' and killin' shit

Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react

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 state of shock
Fucked his girl and made him watch, make a death wish
I cut his throat, now wear that like a necklace, respect this
Twenty-two shots of bodily harm, goodbye to your legs
Goodbye to arms, goodbye to your moms

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, them 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 was snitchin' sayin' it was 50

Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react

Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain, niggas 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

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 your gat
Sticky Fingaz, from out your darkest fears
I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs

Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react

Killin' it
Killin' it

Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Killin' in a

Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nast' Airlines, flight 98

Word up yo, Official Nast'
Gettin' cream, Onyx, we movin' through 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? Step your shit up
What? Bring your shit to the club
Bring your heat to the street
Official Nast', shuttin' shit down, what?

Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nast' Airlines, flight 98

Copyright: KIRK JONES, MMC PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Bruce Sandlin, Fred Scruggs, Harry Scorzo, Kirk Jones, Stephen Anderson, Tyron Dale Jr Taylor, Tyron Taylor