Nasty Bonanza

Lyrics

[Intro: Hitman Hyper] Yo This one's the Nasty Bonanza The one you've all been waiting for Out to all the true thugs Out to everyone North, South, East, West It's on [Verse 1: Hitman Hyper] Don't make me draw my firearms Clap and spit fire with no arms No face back and no garms Four fizz held in both palms Has a mad kick on it just like a horse from moat farm Heads get split from close range, you see me? I ain't afraid to give a man a boat change Unrecognisable, that's how I'll leave you There's a preview, I'll leave your torso see-through [Verse 2: Demon] If you ever try a ting, you will get bare thumps And I'm all in your face like razor bumps I can get old school like Reebok Pumps In a mic fight, you will get blazed like blunts My bars are better than all you cunts I'm like 50, I can show you how to stunt Ask your girl, I showed her how to romp You've got no dough and you still try to front, you cunt [Verse 3: Ghetto] Sending for me? That's risky business I'm up all night like frisky listeners Writing for those who think they can diss this Diss this and get where? I don't know what you think, prick But you better know that I've been sick I've been a badboy ever since six You're not real, but nigga, I am Don't think you're a killa like Cam because you wear sick kicks [Verse 4: Lightnin] It's Lights You can't fuck with Lights 'Cause I'll knock your lights out I'll make you wear tights out on road It's Lights, you don't wanna fuck with Lights 'Cause if you fuck with Lights, I'll knock your lights out Change my mind and take your girl for a night out We'll be fucking the whole of the night out [Verse 5: Big Seac] Think before you're bringing it to me You don't really wanna be swinging it with me Big Seac, nah, not winning it with Seac Uppercut jab and I'll kick out your teeth Blud, think before you're bringing this here You don't really wanna be swinging it here Big Seac, nah, not winning this here Uppercut jab, get left right there [Verse 6: Stormin] You can send for me but I'm not having it Try a ting, then I'll be jabbing it When you spray, you're always swag, innit Know that is it When I see your face, I'll be grabbing it Or, or I might be stabbing it 'cause You're always faking it And if you got dough then I'm taking it [Verse 7: Nasty Jack] No I don't think you really wanna go there Kick back, bro 'Cause Nasty Jack don't pet, I'll take your H to the Os And if I don't like you and I like your girl Then I'll let you know And I'll smash these MCs Some talk mess but they get exposed [Verse 8: Marci Phonix] Marci Phon on beat They're soft like teddies that put girls to sleep I'm new to the street like my new sneaks Shot Os like bop to the beat I'm the new boy, boss in the street Without my gloves on, just my voice on a beat Who's not ready for the D-O-N? Got ravers bopping to me [Verse 9: Hitman Tiga] You're not Mobb Deep So why you talking that talk like you're from New York? Move over, fake gangster, move over We're the new pork, you're the old swine Move over, don't try a next, move over Don't wanna get me vex, move over When you see me in Rex, move over Dynasty pon the set, move over [Verse 10: Hyper Fen] (It's murkage!) You dyslexic prick You can't even string two words together You ain't got a brain, you're far from clever You don't ever get it first time round You need shit to be broken down for you That's why you're like giraffes 'Bout swagger, sound swagger You're a fucking retard [Verse 11: Sharky P] Right now, it's murking season No time for rhyme and reason Cut heads off, hands and feet And bury these MCs six feet deep I was born in the dark west dungeon Got trained, now my sword is lunging You don't wanna be the fool I'm punching I'll serve MCs like luncheon [Outro: Hitman Hyper] Yeah, yeah So there it is The Nasty Bonanza Out to Agent X on production Out to all the N.A.S.T.Y mandem repping on this We're looking for pay cheques now You know how we do N.A.S.T.Y Crew