Black Dust Lyrics - Shut 'em Down - Onyx

Official... Nas... niggas! 

Word up 

Somethin new for you 

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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, it's 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 

I'ma do my show, get my dough, and lick titties 

I'm shitty, I diarrehea on the globe 

Fire flee up on your clothes 

And like 'squito up on your hoe 

In case you didn't know, I stay free flow 

Officially, this'll be your chance to see how ill this nigga 

be, go figure 

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[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 

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Yo, black dust, miraculous 

Head rush, hoes blush, it's only us 

Shit's 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 

Nigga's 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, can't fuck with us 

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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, not 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 

[Chorus] (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, nigga 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 nigga 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 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 can't fuck with me solo? 

Checkmate, no go