[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)