N.A.S.T.Y.

[Intro: Hitman Hyper] Yeah! It's the Hitman Hyper, representing N.A.S.T.Y Hold tight Sharky Major Out to Nasty Jack, Stormin Hold tight Dynamite Explosive! Yeah! Ha ha, oh my diddy It's a big one N.A.S.T.Y., Dynamite [Verse 1: Hitman Hyper] I've got more bars than locked in HMP With a technique to make you say "who's he?" Me, capital H- the Y-P I rep N.A.S.T.Y. and I flow accurately My style and technique's gonna buss the UK Hyper? A-list, that's what you say Next, I'm gonna take the world by storm I spit cold, spit hot, spit warm Let me give you something that you're not ready for A quick lyric with a slick, quick metaphor I told you I bat man like Bruce Wayne And I've seen more cеlls than the ones in your brain I'm hot in the scеne like a Bunson burner Dealing with beef like my name's Ike Turner I'm not a learner, I'm a money earner Hitman Hyper, yeah, the mic churner [Verse 2: Sharky Major] N.A.S.T.Y., I hope you're hearing us You weak spitters sound so hilarious You ain't scaring us, quite the opposite For years, MCs been fearing us Illiterate mic man can't stand square with the dove I know I've been blessed by stuff, I'm above Fuck this place full of feminine snakes Pessimistic, didn't wanna show love But they're forcing it, it's unfortunate My bars are the choongest, potent shit I've been a dan before Huaraches were the lick 'Nuff of them couldn't predict my team would be the clique Whose delivery's better than them pricks Still getting cheddar in the bits If you see me cruising the strip, AM Shotting houses PM, moving them bricks [Chorus: Ms. Dynamite & Nasty Jack] N.A.S.T.Y., n***a, we dangerous (Oh, oh, oh) Ain't we amazing? Now fuck with us (Oh, oh, oh) S, we the shit, T, we tear them up (Oh, oh, oh) Y, pussy, why? 'Cause we nah give a fuck, say (Oh, oh, oh) N.A.S.T.Y., n***a, we dangerous (Oh, oh, oh) Ain't we amazing? Now fuck with us (Oh, oh, oh) S, we the shit, T, we tear them up (Oh, oh, oh) Y, pussy, why? 'Cause we nah give a fuck, say (Oh, oh, oh) [Verse 3: Nasty Jack] N.A.S.T.Y. Crew and we bang with the best We get respect just like a TEC in a vest I'm five foot nine and you know the rest If you put the bet off, better put on the bet I'm the reason why your girlfriend's wet I'm a hustler, plus I get aggy on a set I be all that your man wanna be Wanna be me, can't see me like Stevie Bored of nice men? You need something nasty Captivate Ps and cheese Got it locked down like HMPs When I'm in the place like you know me, like I'm the reason why she got a PC New nickname, call me MP3 Like download me, www.nastyboy2gz And we can get nasty [Verse 4: Stormin] N.A.S.T.Y., yeah, we're back like no other Teddy done told ya fi gwan ask your mother Been spitting from when I was ten, rolling with Dubba Listening to old school sound tapes of Shabba Yeah, when I'm on the stage, people call me a nutter Everybody knows I was raised in the gutter One thing you can't tell me, that's "S your mother" 'Cause I've got big bars that will lick down a brudda And you see that brudda? He'll be laying in the gutter N.A.S.T.Y., they roll loose, we roll with each other And it's time for me to come down on the game like a shutter My name's Stormin Norman, part time shotta More times I'm in my yard 'cause the roads are getting hotter I'm made for this game; no, I ain't a flopper When you buy the album, you will be a happy shopper And the crew are gonna buss 'cause you know that we gotta [Chorus: Ms. Dynamite & Nasty Jack] N.A.S.T.Y., n***a, we dangerous (Oh, oh, oh) Ain't we amazing? Now fuck with us (Oh, oh, oh) S, we the shit, T, we tear them up (Oh, oh, oh) Y, pussy, why? 'Cause we nah give a fuck, say (Oh, oh, oh) N.A.S.T.Y., n***a, we dangerous (Oh, oh, oh) Ain't we amazing? Now fuck with us (Oh, oh, oh) S, we the shit, T, we tear them up (Oh, oh, oh) Y, pussy, why? 'Cause we nah give a fuck, say (Oh, oh, oh) (Okay)