This is ?bout we feel today Fucked up music for a fucked up world fucked up girls, fucked up boys equal where you?re from together one voice (Thanks
: [Juvenile voice:] I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2
throw nuh wud, I'm just chillio Number one mi meking part two oh no How yuh fi dis mi when I'm no zero Listen how mi voice clean through di stereo
a second I could be cool I'm nasty, so come right at me I am, fresh to death shit I'm great like Gatsby My voice stays raspy but ladies like it They always
hear the voice of rage and ruin I hope you have got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we're in for nasty weather One
no fun If my homey Mr. Raspy Skratch can't get none Hey! I be the one with the voice that's raspy Al Skratch see, gettin downright nasty I pass the,
in ten years nigga? I can divide That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic" That's a one hot
your life, there's a bad moon on the rise. Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quit prepared to die. Look's like we're in for nasty weather. One
lady, please don't laugh I use it on behalf Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed (pathetic) Poor unfortunate souls In pain In need This one longing to be thinner That one
me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why This nigga...why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga Cuz number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin
like? Girl: What kind of popsicle? Voice Talkng: Yeah Girl: Don't matter Voice Talkng: Huh? Girl: It don't matter Voice Talking: It don't matter? Girl: Nope Voice
rivers over flowing I hear the voice of rage and ruin Hope you got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we'er in for nasty weather One
oh, yeah) [Nas:] Mr. International The man centerfold women loathe Voice bump out the Bose in a tinted Rolls Craftiness, take a stab at it Don't ask if Nasty
it, the brother was blind I hit the el, than we yell out, "It wasn't my time!" I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunts from my room door Little
set it out pimpin' Come on nigga keep it G She got it from her momma Oh yes she's a nasty freak Plus she like 'em you like Boomerang's Lasy Eloise And ya girl swallows till her voice
see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes wanna gas me Heard I did a song with Ghost nasty My murder rap murder
: [Planet Asia] Yeah It's a heater, Planet As', J. Web (Grand Opening) Worldwide We gon' take this one from the West, to the East Knock this To the East
