Black Dust lyrics

Official......Nas......n*ggas!
Word up
Somethin new for you

[Sonny Seeza]
Hear to make moves, get mines automatically
Emphatically, rhyme master, rapidly tragedies
Guns like Butch Cassidy, nasty like di*k 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 n*gga, soft sexy and sassy
We crash, I break your cast, and yes, we get busy
I'mma do my show, get my dough, and lick titties
I'm sh*tty, I diarrehea on the globe
Fire flee up on your clothes
And like 'squito up on your ho
In case you didn't know, I stay free flow
Officially, this'll be your chance to see
How ill this n*gga be, go figure

[Hook: Fredro Starr & Sonny Seeza]
For every n*gga show me love, two n*ggas hate me
For every b*tch that show me love, two b*tches tryin to take me
For every n*gga show me love, two n*ggas hate me
[Fredro Starr]
Yo, black dust, miraculous
Head rush, hoes blush, it's only us
sh*t's lush, sh*t we lust, is plush, Lexus
My techs bust, your guns rust, to God trust
Walk the path righteous, priceless
n*gga you shine like ice crushed
You get your sh*t bust, no more to discuss
n*gga's jeal-e-ous, cuz b*tches feel us
The wild, rebel-e-ous, hell yes
n*ggas is whack, we pack dust
Official Nas n*ggas back us, can't f*ck with us

[X-1]
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, cop 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

[Hook] (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, n*gga 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas in cell blo', and New York City hellhole
Still in they jail clo'
Old school n*ggas with Kango, and shell toe
Mix hats with Hydro, and Cocoa
How you gonna f*ck with my click if you can't f*ck with me solo?
Checkmate, no go