[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)
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