[Intro]
They gots to back da fuck up! BACK DA FUCK UP!
Know what I'm sayin? Onyx! It's the Onyx kid! Onyx!
Ah yeah! We gonna do it for all my kids..
[Fredro Starr]
Murder Murder! Who the hell hurt her?!
Young black nigga like me gettin' up, got free
Murder Murder! We never have cheese
We always up there, we run for the bees
The body over there, the body over there
Everywhere I check, body jacked, body everywhere
So well I well I fuck it, two tears in the bucket
Voice spillin' over in a Tommy of a dummy
Statue at you, but don't break my cipher
Smoker, sell 'em most, iller for the filler
But this ya mic, STOP foggin' up my glasses
Guns for fun, but son I hit you like a jealous
BANG! Leather hanger, so get the penis
Sorry for ya stitches, your in-convenience
Or what you wear (---), my name is kinda fucked up
Let the killer in up off the steria, BLUNT IT UP, LOAD IT UP!
Faces couldn't fire when you see the bloody redenade
Aaaah yeah! Time to survive...!
[Chorus]
Nigga Bridges fallin' down, they fallin' down, they fallin' down
Nigga Bridges fallin' down, MUTHAFUCKAZ IS ACTING CRAZY!
[Sonsee]
I catch fix for trips, while Sonny flips
So bitch ass nigga, geeks with L freaks
And she ?, diamonds shinin', pockets boldgeous
So I got in a girl, with pearls around her collar
Sticky start to checking her, my soul she couldn't holler
WE ROLLIN' FOR DOLLARS! Make me set 3 pounds 7
And her man said: "ONE MOVE YA DEAD!
Dunk out their pockets, as if I had a shovel
Movin' on the double, cause we ain't tryin' to see trouble
Dreaming and sceaming, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Gotta sniff it was if autograph FOR YA WHOLE STAFF!
STICK UP BUT WAIT, LEAVE THE POCKET IT'S OKAY
I HIT AND RUN BEFORE YOU SEE ANOTHER DAY
CAUSE THE U.S.G. IS WHERE I STAY
[Onyx, (Fredro Starr)]
MURDER MURDER! (Ya life's on the line)
MURDER MURDER! (Here's a bullet for ya mind)
MURDER MURDER! (I'm out doin' crime)
MURDER MURDER! (But we never do time)
[Big DS]
YOU DIRTY MUTHAFUCKIN' RAT! I CHA-CHA-CHA
Now they got me on the line, too tender (WHY?!), cuz I killed the inspector
Rzarection, and equal protection, written, burnin'
THE BITCHES OUT SEXIN'! So damn crazy
Now they got me in confession over salaries (WHAT?!)
Cause they can't get with me (AH HAH!)
While tubbin' out, me while on trial
I'm headin' for P now, feel and see now
BLESS MY MIND WHEN I WAS OUT DOIN' CRIME!
That's you locked down, WHENEVER BEEN LOCKED UP!
All the time you get ??? and MUTHAFUCKAZ IS ACTING CRAZY!
[Chorus]
[Sticky Fingaz]
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH THE WRONG NIGGA BROTHER
YOU RATHER FUCK YOUR MOTHER
PLUS BUST A CAP, FOR HER LESBIAN LOVER
Bullets tricky save you later ? Before ya wake up!
Doin' hard, I'm clippin' their head
Rentio, bitch aware used to live in Brooklyn now you rest
In a sementary, it's a full moon, now get a chill in my spot
Face the population with my nigga play the 9
Your blood clot warrior, BUST THE INBUSTA!
Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die
WHY?! ME DO NOT KNOW! See you in a next life, bloody boy!
(HAHAHA HAHA HAHA!..)
[Chorus] (2x)
[Outro]
Yeah muthafucka! Fucked up! BACK-DA-FUCK-UP!
You get hurt up! It's the Onyx man! That's my word!
Chorus:
Yo, Yo, Official Naz Comin' Through betta raze it up
All my hoods' on the block better raze it up
All my peoples locked up better raze up
You better raze it up
You better raze it up
Yo Yo
Lyrical Assault
Mics outlined in chalk
Gun Talk, homicide in New York
Caught a raw deal, horror and me a vil'
Hand me the steel, breathe in ya' man to get killed
Put a knife to the love of ya' life,
Put a slug in ya' wife
Blood on ya ice
Mud on my knife
Drug price, chain snatch cocaine crack
Goin they jacks with the gat blow ya brains back
Switchin' lanes and drop vests
Blow the top of the jet
Cock and wet you rocked for death
Driveby's pain in eyes painting black lines
All the way live
Guns in the sky
Move and die
Survivin' niggaz leave you left for death
One in ya head
Runnin from Feds
Drugs under ya bed
Crime kills blast rhyme skills like nine mills
So nigga dead
Cuz I kill so what
Chorus:
Official Naz comin' though betta' raze it up
Where my real thugs at you betta' raze it up
All my villains with the checks you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official Naz' comin' through you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get wet you betta' raze it up
If you from the projects you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Right NOW, we gonna hit you up with the joints like BOW
Blast nasty
Fight pow
Styles takin' you to the bank
Me crew always pack shanks??
Lick that clit in a 600 Benz tint
These degrees is hot
MC's get got
Comin ta tangle from wild angles
Get mangled
Buck fifty game is blow you
Till ya moms won't know you
It take 2 cheap niggaz just to sell you
Its arrested then, me and my crew
It won't be beautiful,
All that shit you talk is new to who, believe that
Words hit you like a semi-gat
Any act, unaccordingly wait, gimme that
So core tight it was house
Complicated in death
Me and my killas still here
And yo ass is out
We up out the gutters
And let you get touched
Its such, blood rush
Raze it up!
Chorus:
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
Everybody from the streets betta' raze it up
And if you holdin heat you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
All the willies at the bar ya betta' raze it up
If you bouncin in ya car ya betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Sticky Fingaz
Madman, tear down stages
Ain't nobody dead or alive who could get with me and my rages
Throw my clip in a gat and I'm sick of this yap
And I'm ready to bust a cap
And if you happen
Ya niggaz will get shot fuck the rap
Get ya ass kicked
Set you up or get you blasted
Closed gasket
I'm the bald headed bastard
Black dust gave me black lungs
I pack guns
Im used to action like dodgin' bullets over crack funds
Reaction!
Blaze the mack 10
Shogun
I could spot the sheisty villains cuz it take one to know one
Remove my mask and reveal myself
Heal Myself,
If I was you I would kill myself
So play dead eyes stay red
Spray lead
I'm way fed and ain't leavin without they head
Son holders they bout to get roughed up what
When you see me all you hear is: (gunshot kinda noises)
Official Naz Comin through ya betta' raze it up
All my shorties in the spot you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get shot you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official Naz Comin through ya betta' raze it up
When you see the Cops come you betta' raze it up
East coast West coast you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
What?!
Word Up Raze it Up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
Word~ up Raze it up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
C'mon word up raze it up
Sticky Fingaz: Official Naz Takeover
Chorus:
Yo Yo Official Naz Comin' Through betta raze it up
All my hoods' on the block better raze it up
All my peoples locked up better raze up
You better raze it up
You better raze it up
Verse1 (Sonsee)
Yo Yo
Lyrical Assault
Mics outlined in chalk
Gun Talk homicide in New York
Caught a raw deal horror and me a vil'
Hand me the steel breathe in ya' man to get killed
Put a knife to the love of ya' life,
Put a slug in ya' wife
Blood on ya ice
Mud on my knife
Drug price, chain snatch cocaine crack
Goin they jacks with the gat blow ya brains back
Switchin' lanes and drop vests
Blow the top of the jet
Cock and wet you rocked for death
Driveby's pain in eyes painting black lines
All the way live
Guns in the sky
Move and die
Survivin' niggaz leave you left for death
One in ya head
Runnin from Feds
Drugs under ya bed
Crime kills blast rhyme skills like nine mills
So nigga dead
Cuz I kill so what
Chorus:
Official Naz comin' though betta' raze it up
Where my real thugs at you betta' raze it up
All my villains with the checks you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official Naz' comin' through you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get wet you betta' raze it up
If you from the projects you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Verse2 (Fredro Starr)
Right NOW, we gonna hit you up with the joints like BOW
Blast nasty
Fight pow
Styles takin' you to the bank
Me crew always pack shanks??
Lick that clit in a 600 Benz tint
These degrees is hot
MC's get got
Comin ta tangle from wild angles
Get mangled
Buck fifty game is blow you
Till ya moms won't know you
It take 2 cheap niggaz just to sell you
Its arrested then, me and my crew
It won't be beautiful,
All that shit you talk is new to who, believe that
Words hit you like a semi-gat
Any act, unaccordingly wait, gimme that
So core tight it was house
Complicated in death
Me and my killas still here
And yo ass is out
We up out the gutters
And let you get touched
Its such, blood rush
Raze it up!
Chorus:
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
Everybody from the streets betta' raze it up
And if you holdin heat you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
All the willies at the bar ya betta' raze it up
If you bouncin in ya car ya betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Verse3 (Sticky Fingaz)
Sticky Fingaz
Madman, tear down stages
Ain't nobody dead or alive who could get with me and my rages
Throw my clip in a gat and I'm sick of this yap
And I'm ready to bust a cap
And if you happen
Ya niggaz will get shot fuck the rap
Get ya ass kicked
Set you up or get you blasted
Closed gasket
I'm the bald headed bastard
Black dust gave me black lungs
I pack guns
Im used to action like dodgin' bullets over crack funds
Reaction!
Blaze the mack 10
Shogun
I could spot the sheisty villains cuz it take one to know one
Remove my mask and reveal myself
Heal Myself,
If I was you I would kill myself
So play dead eyes stay red
Spray lead
I'm way fed and ain't leavin without they head
Son holders they bout to get roughed up what
When you see me all you hear is: (gunshot kinda noises)
Official Naz Comin through ya betta' raze it up
All my shorties in the spot you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get shot you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official Naz Comin through ya betta' raze it up
When you see the Cops come you betta' raze it up
East coast West coast you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Sticky Fingaz: What?!
Onyx: Word Up Raze it Up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
Word~ up Raze it up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
C'mon word up raze it up
DJ scratching "raze it up"
[Intro]
Aaaiight... aaaiight... aaaiight... aaaiight!
OH NO NOT THEM HITTIN' CHROME!
[Fredro Starr]
Balheadz and gunz BLOAW!
Do you wanna run say: "Aaah!" (Aaah!)
Wich way did he go? You don't know
You move too slow, boy you BLOW
My style flows on you right here
Where my Queens niggaz? (RIGHT HERE!)
Is you out there? (YEAH!... YEAH!)
[Sonsee]
Just watch us walk this hit, and get ILL
We won't gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make bricks
[Sticky Fingaz]
And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left... SNOW, I still be a hoodlum
Cuz good dayz come to those WHO TAKE 'EM
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things outta ya
I gotta screeaam! (Aaah!) To let it all
It's frustration and it's filled up inside a me!
[Chorus]
Come on and scream (AAH!)
And shout (OOH!), just let it all out (YEAH!)
(4x)
[Sonsee]
These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse
They keep comin' around like auto-reverse
But then I shift THE WORST!
We THE WORST, and then they heard
But first da cut-- Then I bust they verse to quince(?) my fears
[Sticky Fingaz]
I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm broke
So I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neck
And SQUEEZE until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death
[Sonsee]
Yo, you smell that?
[Fredro Starr]
Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect like Woodtex
A newer Tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken
WHERE'S THE WEED I NEED? It is my vitamin, so light it Lincoln (HAH!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
This style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be
We AFFICIAL NAST!
[Chorus]
[Fredro Starr]
When I was born, I never thought that I could be like that
? up on their BACK, block's sellin' CRACK
Watch the BLACK cops, I PACK cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in Dawn Paddy crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin' mine
Faultless for ghetto minds, and FUCK DA?
See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
THEY GOT bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and Deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, word to mother!
[Sonsee]
Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your style is old and?
So burn up mo' money, cuz you gets no credit
You want it? Here go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo
Bangin' M.C.'s, SO KEEP IT LIVE! Up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--Most def, Most Def
[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've lived this long
In my wildest dreams, that I'm a STAR!
All spotlights, police have me!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
All City keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Yo! Turn that shit up, word up!
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz ' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn shit nigga!
What? What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em
Green backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out, formula
See it clearly through my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The East New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All City shit!
Yo Greg Valentine!)
Yo, the bees be rushin' like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All City what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)
Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the
LOVESONG!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T WANT NONE!
But regardless, readin' WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder, want charges!
You off getargets, kill any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial Nast what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new nigga for ya niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! Step up and shit....)
I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz just press G-O
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)
All you crack niggaz, I don't even like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple your boss, what?!!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! Fuckin' All City!
Muthafuckin' Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr talkin' to you nigga!
Fuckin' Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in this muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck up, everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial
Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck
Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Yo fuck that word up man
Who you runnin' wit?
Fuck that, who you runnin' wit?
Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to leave you headless
Eyes of redness, I spray rap cats to burn the lead tips
Point blank range, I take aim, blow your brain out the frame
Eight shots'll touch ya, spit ya physical structure
Motherfucker this is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster face Nast, comin' at cha full blast
And capture grabs your last, breath like the asthma
Couldn't care less, you approachin' near death
My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearless
The devil himself, a rebel in himself trapped in America
Assassinate your character, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, fuck all of ya
What? Bringin' MCs, yeah, callin' ya
Livin' like a nigga with six months to live
On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a sacrifice
Do a heist, ya niggaz ain't true to life, my whole crew is trife
So bring your wildest nigga reppin' for your team
Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit
Rap shit, get your back ripped, plus the gat spit
Load it and cock it bag, on thirty-two tracks
Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the cats
Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed
Face down on the pavement
Face down on the pavement
Face down on the pavement
Face down on the pavement
Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
I never fuck pussy that's yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me think irrational
If I even think you schemin', you know I'm blastin' you
I'm too raw, what is you out you gourd?
I cut through any challenger, top notch or amateur
You'd rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's cash
And no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son
You lookin' at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't mess with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
'Member when I tested, this nigga manhood
To see if he was a true nigga, so I pulled out my gun
Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger
Ha ha, barrel empty, joke on you Jack
He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack
You know where I'm comin' from, most my niggaz pump 'n jump
And when it's time to dump and run
I never jump the gun or get cold feet, I hold heat
Y'a niggaz don't know me in six hours I made up four years
Got high shit for your ears
Sorry somethin' that I never felt yo fingertips made of Velcro
You talkin' shit like it's a little game
That's now how we get down Beef is my middle name
So don't die over nonsense, I ain't got no conscience
Come out your face you gettin' shot, everything I'm spittin' hot
I need fame without the bread like I need a hole in the head
Add insult to injury, you can't fuck with me
Guess that's not your cup of tea I'm every star I meet
If you are what you eat, fuck the rookies
Rejects, plainclothes and detects
I had a hard life, grew up too quick
But kept it tight with my true click, startin' a new flip
Fuck you frontin' for? I seen your bag with your tail between your leg
Afficial Nast in the house that mean you dead
Face down on the pavement
Face down on the pavement
Face down on the pavement
Face down on the pavement
You takin' a ride in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, leave you Lost like Angeles
You ain't brick or stucco or paper machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, you're bakin' today
Trust that, it's time to crush cats, when I bust raps
I rush tracks and oft' act, buck wild
Army comin' through here nigga, truck style
Fuck you fuck the judge fuck trial
I'm givin' niggaz shattered egos, I keep foes
Or a pet bet they small threat, make 'em eat those
Deep goes my depth, sleep hoes get wet
If that ain't enough, we come through and hose your shit
Hit you with the fireworks, you see the stars bangin'
I really bang you and prepare you for God's Angels
It's not on humble but some shit you can't come through
Nigga try to blow he gotta go and now you know
Experience from the furious, eeriest
Dead serious, hysterias, fillin' ya, interior
With nervousness, for your services
We cuttin' off your circulation and deaden ya purposes
We them niggaz you can't fuck with, rain or shine
All mics I slain yo' kind, changed the mind
Of those thinkin' of playin' theyrself, next
Is etched, in stone, you motherfuckers gettin' blown
Face down on the pavement
Face down on the pavement
Face down on the pavement
[Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga
[copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright
[Sticky] Yo man get the fuck off me
[copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out alright
[Sticky] Yo, aight aight man!
[copper] Get the fuck down on the ground man!
[Sticky] Aight man!
[copper] Now keep your ass on the floor..
[Sticky] Yo who the fuck can I trust man?
[devil] You can trust me man
[Sticky] Everywhere I turn there's danger God!
[devil] Ah-hahahaha
[Sticky] Yo I feel like the walls is closin in on me man!
[devil] Ay, I am Stress
[Sticky] Buggin man.. ARRRRGH!
[devil] Yeah, I got you where I want you
[Sticky] Word up man
[devil] Hehehe
[Sticky] Ain't got nowhere to go Son
[devil] No you don't
Chorus:
These streets is tryin to kill me
My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto might murder me, or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, throw the key
Chorus
Yo, yo
You know what happens in the actions of the inner city tale
When your thoughts fail and have you scared to death
biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale
Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make sales
Even if it take the last of me I'ma fill my pockets to capacity
Anything that takes cash, fuck job huntin
Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob sum'in
If you home or not, I put the chrome to your knot
One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place
Gimme the funds up out of the safe
Hit the fire escape, high-divin gates
Flyin from Jakes, I'm dyin for paint
Chorus
Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web
Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head
So the tricolored silenced Rugar stay off safe
To take off a face, just in case, a quiet lace
Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-and
anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and rotten
So eyes open, don't sleep
Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat
Police, wanna brutalize me to death
And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath
Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans
And bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end
Cut open my chest, and see my heart
pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, it's a price
Til then, when it's over, kamikaze
Strictly, I'm takin all you motherfuckers with me!
Chorus
When I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to cry
Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie
Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky
No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase
We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin everything
We want the pussies to the diamond rings
You want the sun to shine? We want the rain to pour
Official Nast' to put your body on the floor
*BLAM BLAM* *BLAM*
OH SHIT I'M HIT! I'M HIT! They just shot me in the stomach!
UNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! *BLAM BLAM BLAM* *BLAM BLAM* Who want it who want it?
Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise
That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*
[Sticky changes to a narrator voice]
My whole life I ain't never give a shit
My mentality was *clip cocked into gun* get shot or gimme a gam
If the gun ain't jam, I woulda bust you
I don't trust my own mother, how the FUCK I'ma trust you?
I did some things that I sorta regret
But I can't bring them niggaz back kid they already wet
As a kid I went to jail cause I sold crack
I'm holdin trial in the streets cause I ain't tryin to go back
Oh SHIT! What happened?! Wait, now I 'member!
And where my gun??! I musta dropped it when I jumped out that window
*broken glass* Ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I don't see em
I gotta make it to the B-M, and try to stop this bleeding
I ain't trying to die, I got mad blood spilt
("Aiyyo there that nigga go! Kill him!") Oh shit! *BLAM*
I left behind a widow and a bastard kid
The streets was tryin to kill me, and it did
These streets is tryin to kill me
That's why I keep a Mac-Mil this shit is real to me
This shit is deadly, this ghetto might murder me
or lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, I'm low key
So niggaz don't notice me, a half a key is worth
more than a pound of weed, I die for my seed
Kill for my family, fuck this world
cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally
I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with Tennessee
Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the death of me
But til they bury me
When sixteen shots enter me
Remember me your worst enemy
[Chorus]
To all you rappers out there
With money and fame
Rock you in a farm-car
Anything brand name
Broke Willies with no money
Keep runnin' ya game
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
We ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' up
Hundred G's is show, price low enough
Ghetto struck, layin' in da cut, with the metal mack 11
WHAT?! No cup, sippin' on my reddle 7-up
The wet life, shit is liquid, my wife trippin'
My whole clique, I shit da wippin' last switchin'
Benz to Benz skippin', supastar hittin'
Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin'
Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription
Watch a rich nigga clickin'
(From New York to L.A.) same shit, different day, mad cash to play
(When I walk my chains swing) I drew swing heavenly ill (From Beverly Hills)
I pay 20 G's (Damn son, it betta be real) We holy your deals, it's 70 mills
(Eaten mills of Beverly pills) Now watch how to bubble these mills
[Chorus] (2x)
I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days
Sit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the month
>From a low life, the one I go shopping,
I'm not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes TWICE!
Fuck da POLICE!
(It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sells
Stones heavy on the scales themselves, EXCEL!
Straight G's, moneys and propories
Black F-G 15's, weighin' trees and O.C.'s)
We O.G.'s always O.T.-ing on a low-key
Spit more game than Goldie, ya bitch choose me
(Suppose WE most-LY, do 'em slow-LY
We play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them!)
A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty ways
Who's Benz I hit two twins in a blue Vince
(And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals)
Cause like colour crimes, nigga dolla' dolla' sign!
[Chorus]
Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitches
With mad bitches, Yo, you can get a autograph
Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass
Rap niggaz flippin' more then halfs
Livin' it up, takin' all the cash, GIVIN' IT UP!
We set it up, on a low til it up
In the black quest, pass sex to the extress
>From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard
Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in
A stripper's dancin' in the mansion
Word up, that's how we operate (UNCUT RAW)
Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on TWICE!
Put your money on the street niggaz under the light
And hold your money tight
Kids to die (RAZE 'EM UP) And roll 'em twice
Egal rich niggaz ass better so trife
Well gamble mo' of yo' life, too I couldn't see well
Flip my P-12, Rover key to da e-mail
Wish a hundred tell, G-bell, I walk the hog, I beat jail
Yo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word up
Nigga laid up, bills paid up
Shit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20
We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin' all funny
Gettin' no money, cause they every day clownin'
We play around with thousands, a hundred G's where we countin'
A hundred G's is show, here we're out kid (Word, word up)
South Suicide Queens, all niggaz
Gather up all your arms
And get ready for this new world order
Shit is about to change muther fucker
I'm America's nightmare
Young black and just don't give a fuck
I just want to get high and live it up, so fuck in '95
And why you tryin' to slave us with minimum wages
Slammin' my niggas up in cages, changing their behaivors
And spittin' razors that's outraegeous
Smoking moaches is hopeless
We want lazy sofas and sculptures
Lady chauffers who fuck us
Full house and royal flushes
Roll with the rush, that official nas
Got bitches with pistols and cash
We living in the last, my theory is "Fuck it"
Sexy niggas get obducted
My corrupted is conducted through ghettos
Sippin' amaretto, hand on the metal, foot on the pedal
Never settle, we wear Carolina Herrera
Dirty Donna Karan sweaters, wrap over leathers and seudes
Gold plated guns and grenades to blow up
I got news from the informers, I'm trapped in corners
Bustin' shots at Time Warner
Hey yo, my man big Todd
He know how to get by
He high, threw a jinx
Then be fixed to be fly
Submit crossing up and downtown action
And when he sticky keeper grip and move with traction
Keep mad alibis, a plan to stay wise and wide eyed
Living in the state of south side
Crooked jakes and fakes snake
Niggas all out for papes
Oh, who wanna over take and leave you with drapes
The white sheet covers, this heat smuthers the street
Eat brothers, ten shots rang, you got banged
We all ready for these wars
We all want more, these the last days get yours
32 shots and certed the glocks
You heard it for blocks, the murdering guys, convertible drops
Living life on the edge of dangerous
Where you living, never giving a shit
'Cuz we living in it, 'cuz it be off the hook
Crooks crash, cheeba spots and selling rocks
The cops around the clock is hot
Living life on the edge of dangerous
Where you living, never giving a shit
'Cuz we living in it
Thinking about taking my own life
I might as well 'cept they might not sell weed in hell
And that's where I'm going 'cuz the devil's inside of me
They make me rob from my own nationality
It's kind of ignorant but yo, I gotta pay the rent
So yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite 'cuz its generate
If I get caught I'm innocent
'Cuz I don't leave no sticky finga prints for the cops
They only good if they dead
All that badge and that gun shit be going to they head
To make bread, I gotta steal for sport
So I stole the show and made some pennies for my thoughts
And if this fucking rap shit don't pay
I'ma start selling drugs around my way
Killin' my own people in the U S G
Shit they gonna get it from somebody, I'd rather it be me
Besides you can't tax dirty money and you can't trust nobody
No one, I'm the scorpion and I'll probably bite the bullet
'Cuz I live by the gun
We came to hear these 25 to life niggas who just came out
And pull flame out, take aim, blow your brains out
It's life on the edge of dangerous
Where you living, never giving a shit 'cuz we living in it
In South Suicide Queens where niggaz act up, nigga back up
Official Nas-throw your fucking gats up
It's life on the edge of dangerous
Where you living, never giving a shit
'Cuz we living in it, we never giving a shit, 'cuz we living in it
Official Nas mother fuckers don't give a shit
Knock 'em out y'all, knock 'em out y'all
Knock 'em out and tell them what we all about y'all
Knock 'em out y'all, knock 'em out y'all
Knock 'em out and tell them what we all about y'all
Knock 'em out y'all, knock 'em out y'all
Knock 'em out and tell them what we all about
Here and now I got what you want, so come and get a sip
So I can re-script the lyrics, makin' MC's feel it
The devious, devastating theorist
And I can mess you up, somethin' ludicrous
Ain't nuttin' you can do to this
Stop the huffin' and puffin', stompin' niggaz out
I'm makin' 'em stiff and fillin' 'em with [Incomprehensible] stuffin'
Bloody, bloody, bloody, blood clot, [Incomprehensible] on your knot
Left kids in the stack with the big hot, sixteen shot
Duke listen, kids is [Incomprehensible], in action
If that's not [Incomprehensible] picture
Eliminate suckers with subtraction
'Cause I get the chills on a midsummer night
Yeah, I can fight, or in the winter I make your ass hot like a light
Bub-rub-a-dub, three bodies in a tub
Okay, go get the men with the white gloves
You can call it business but I'm personal
Onyx's verse to whoever want to feel with terror
And to all y'all crews, whatever
'Cause the place is here, and the time is now
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
The place is where?
Here
At night time I kill 'em, bloody on my canine
Search and find you just, mob through blast fast
Ruffin' 'em up, toughen 'em up, as ass
It isn't what was the damn murder
That [Incomprehensible] done gone sick
I tried the drastic tactic, of, Bacdafucup
The ass kick, blast with, my shook nine rhymes
Crimes is crazy, easy baby
Mess around, get drowned and have that ass in Paisley
Props is props, unorthodox, so watch
Where we live, we get beat up, by the cops
But that can't stop, the kids are so hip-hop
Roof to roof top, dropped, the eight count
Dead, dead on arrival, forget the fame
The game is survival, you know my name
I throw blows in the world of the rap war
Tap jaws of crews, bruise 'em on tour
And the place is where?
Here
The time is when?
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
I've come to suck the blood upon a microphone
Gaze deep into my eyes, I'll make you turn to stone
It be, "Night of the Walking Dead", if you don't leave me the hell alone
'Cause rap ain't no game but I'm playin' for keeps
I live in The Rotten Apple, the city that never sleeps
Stop, you try to steal my style and got spotted
Niggaz can't get it, 'cause niggaz ain't got it
I've been a bald head since the age of ten
Plus I'm a ruthless crook and I was born in Crooklyn
So a stick up, is a piece of cake for
The kid with the Sticky Fingaz everything I touch I take
So don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry
All that frustration starts to change me
Then I scream, so my voice gets hoarse
It's time to face the music and the Red Cross
You can fool some of the people some of the time
The beat is the heart and the words get the mind
I'm livin' proof there's no hope of mankind
The place is where?
Here
And now is the time
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
The place is where?
Here
The time is when?
And now I wanna battle
Word up
And this ain't melody, melody
So don't sing it, bring it
Let's throw down
Ai yo, we need a little motherfuckin' bit of crowd participation
Bust dat motherfuckin' ass
Know what I'm sayin'?
When I say, "Bust dat ass", you say, "Bust dat ass"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm a rapper turned rock star
Word up, what I wanna know
Yo, I'm a rapper turned rock star
What, what, what, what
I'm a rapper turned rock star
Yo, yo, yo
I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car
What y'all? The black prop with the crowbar
No plates off the lot it costs a lot
You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock
Money don't stop long as I stay hot
Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block
Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top
Nigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in gold
You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas
What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga
[Chorus: (?)] X 2
Why not?
Makin moves and gettin money with my team
We them ghetto starz
This here is far from a dream
Official Nas, here to get up in that ass
Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass
Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this
Grab the mic, handle your business
This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners
About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?
You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners
Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game
You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame
Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens
With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens
Official Nas, and L-B fam
Bringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy
Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe
As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake
Regulate, we delegate and dead they take
That's a rapper that it's official, track for track
I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques
You whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope do
Any member of my crew'll roze you
Number one spot, took that
Onyx show, book that
Got a bet, better know where to put that
[Chorus] X 2
I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house
I got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouse
I'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold out
So you see that, you better shut your mouth
I used to scheme on niggas that had more than me
Now I'm that nigga and niggas scheme on me
I got a ghetto mentality
If a nigga front, I'm gattin 'em
I never had nothin, now my rolex is platinum
I be the same man, rich or poor
Wildin out at the club, time to hit the floor
Outside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpit
Fuck partyin with y'all, we already got shit
You rockless, nina you ain't got no props
Let me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spot
Even at a rich event, you can still get shot
Fuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mack
We guaranteed to start fights everytime we rap
Yo, who got next? Who got first?
I'm God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what?
Most def? Why do y'all always holler?
[Sonsee]
Cause right now you're gonna vibe, money
Know what I'm sayin? New York style we just vibein
Smoke mad L's, wide open, we gone vibe
[Sonsee]
I ain't never had so many def threats in one year
But talk is cheap and it's comin out my other ear
To show us there's still a devil in hell I'm still here to go first
But not least from the east or (Revere!)
Cause that's the last drew now that ass is mine
You bit off more than you can chew so now I gotta draw the line
See first of all we most definitely number 1 with a bullet or in the bullet
category
[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo I got ESP you're barkin up the wrong tree
But I'm not crazy don't flatter me
Cause I'll get arrested for assault and battery
And I can't stand cops; goddamn don't they annoy you?
I need the balls of steel let's have a battle royal
The more the challengers, the more the merrier
No not you use a amateur
Just empty the register
And if it was a fifth, then we'd all be stoned
But if I don't drink and drive then how the fuck am I gone get home?
I can't stop smokin weed cause I ain't no quitter
Since it's killin my brain cells maybe I should reconsider (You wouldn't
dear!)
Nah, but all the non-fixture niggas is you in here?
[Chorus]
Most def most def
We goin all out
Most def most def
Smoke blunts till we fall out
Most def most def
True indeed
No quest most def
Do you pack heat?
Most def most def
Do you know the street?
Most def most def
With the street you can beat
Most def-innate
True indeed
No quest most def
[Fredro Starr]
Fredro Starr
I'm mad as shit
I bust a nigga ask a nigga fuck him wit shit
I fuck him up good, just to smoke a L
Make my day (Come on)
Take me away
And yo bullshit, we about to steal shit, while niggas kill shit
So excuse me, I try smoke the nigga behind my back
Strength in you to pull me out down to the last barrel
Why the fuck you lookin through the barrel?
George the Animal kick ass for the annual
You need to read the official nasty annual
Probably check charley horses chest on your check
Black vagina's sex is set to set to shit
Bitch ass records
Why you even suppose to expect to sell
Official ass niggas land in yo chest
(Chorus)
Do you get cash?
Most def most def
Do you think fast?
Most def most def
Are you ready to blast?
Most def most def
True indeed
No quest most def
Onyx is the best
Most def most def
Cause our shit stay fresh
Most def most def
Do we smoke stress?
(A fight breaks out)
[Sticky Fingaz]
You've got one two three emcees
That win high degrees
And decease these G's
Notes, I'ma drop the boat that make emcees croat
Murder one wrote that's all you talk about rhymes and try to vote
Hope he don't resuscitate
Tryin to reproduplicate, the great, one Sunday rappers, I'm gonna annihilate
(He gets up) getting up my weight and blue to take
None of my victims will recuperate
I got so much getaway style to be seen on any trial
On a drift to keep your heart up on a vibe that's been up, nigga
If a punk sorry excuse of an emcee step to sonny, it's R.I.Pieces
Believe it's the fetus, the one that's on Sunday
Cease the paper I got to get it I'm addicted *Echoes*
Rappin at sets I'm pickin pockets the way you got ankles
Get me that lack of extinction (Thank you)
Smellin those crispy lips give me chill in my soul
Before I know, I'm out of control
Give me a joint to hold and learn asshole
Lights camera action where's a L, roll em
That's a roll em, I'll go solo, Squats a hoe so I'll go soon
I can't give a fuck at times when I struck no luck
But if I ever got jammed for a scheme, I'ma scrap
I'm goin out like O.J. but I'ma stay on the man *Echoes*
(Chorus)
Do you understand?
Most def most def'
Word up
Most def most def
(Background fighting)
Most def most def
(Background fighting)
No quest most def
Most def most def
(Background fighting)
[fredro starr]
We roll a hundred niggas deep and not one of y'all got a gun
I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run
So sit on black gortex, before test, we all wore vests
I'm takin all bets, to see who will score next
I burn you like floor sex, you just a small threat
Wit a small set, so forfeit, I rhyme for more checks
'cause whatever that it takes to make these papes, i'mma walk this
I'm worthless, I'm back to sellin cracks behind the trenches
I'ma hurt this when I work this, I'll beat you f**kin senseless
Deep and other bitches got me swingin at the fences
I bring it down like gravity, wit the getto mentalitee
To rule the oddity, the official nasty on the strategy
[greg valentine]
The city never sleeps, so don't sleep on us
I put niggas to rust, when my gun bust and plus
You get rushed, and when the press is on, you just been checked
You had plans on conquerin this, you need to switch up
Get up, nigga you should of got up
Obey my orders, 'cause shit like that'll leave you shot up
For real, it's a deadman's party, leave ya body at the door
A loss for lechery, my introduction to the century
And entity, is what I plan to be in the industry
Enemies in my vicinity, get assassinated like the kennedy
My gats the foolproof remedy
[sonsee]
It's sonsee, black and blue, the bad news off the pocket
Look like tacky, attack me, you get splashed
Official nasty backwards, sue, what the f**k is rule, you dumb ass
Trynna put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast
Rap in the street, to do without ya
While I haul off and snatch four shit out ya
Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging
And damn, it's cloggin up, the blood he didn't smell
The masses, disastrous, plenty closed caskets
And asses, when I turn, we burn crews to ashes
Niggas take the simple, so get gassed up and smashed up
That's my word, and come wit that bullshit and that's ya ass
[chorus 8x]
Getto mentalitee
[j mega]
I trash niggaz who can't speak what I'm sayin
All city, mega bomb, I ain't playin
Just slayin emcees, and makin niggas freeze
And all of these lyrics for to squeeze
Niggas please don't test me, just let me be
Wit my city, the nasty, official and keepin niggas whippy
To hit me, wit the valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties
I got drafted, because the f**kin armee called me
And it's all out war, niggas fall out
For reasons that's now unknown, check this shit
I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill us
Until it's, my turn to fall, i'ma bill this
Brick wall, to keep the crabs out of my sector
Inject the, and now correct the j mega
[panama p.i.]
The hell wit rules, I won't leave a scratch to patch
This is war, way worth of a grudge match
Big p.i., low uphold a, a universal soldier
Chump should of listened when I told ya
I'm ill, like fire moms you will, obtain
Flip bombs and peal, lyrics burn like acid rain
Holdin the gutter, buck wild, for offerin butter
I'mma thug, I used to love the drug rubber
Rugged and raw, pretty 'cause I'm hardcore
All mighty then thor, always ain't it for a faggot jaw
So hard rocks and fillin flocks, clear the block
My mic's a glock, I keep plenty styles in stock
The way emcees react when I attack
Get me away from him, he's a maniac
[sticky fingaz]
It's pure you see, I bring fame
They call me nigga so much, startin to think it's my name
Light skinned and a shame, 'cause way back in the day
They rapped my grandmother's mother's, when they was in spain
To help my grandfather, he be misbehaved
But my ancestors was brave, and most of them real
Stronghold brass, forty slain workin in the field
But a hundred years later, I learned about my roots
And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue suits
So I'm takin recruits, and shut the f**k, it's on right
And start a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white
And if a nigga don't win, then we all jump in
(Chorus)
Let all the live niguz in
Kick all the bitch ass niguz out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out and out and out
(Sonsee)
Aiyo the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple
But I'mma do this wit a tempo, instrumental is what I'm into
(For the money) It's essential, and I gotta have it
A verb addict without a author, wit the herbals, we hurt who
Ever try to defy these guys, they fry
And thems get it, so all that shit you say, come on, kid kill it
You yap, not sellin that crap and hurtin me up and back slappin
You wouldn't know Crunch time if you was the Captain
It's here, and yea, we the called, the senders
And it's time to get live once more, we back on this agenda
And for ya hopeful niggas, trynna be contenders
And we come down like loose coats in the winter
(Chorus)
(Fredro Starr)
Ain't no slackin in my action
I pull my back and beatin tracks in
Official Nast, cold smashin, joints happen (Yo what happen?)
Nothin just niggas bustin caps when I was rappin
Cuz niggas be packin pretty brown handle biz, who just a faction
But factual react, if frontin and fakin jacks, it's all a sudden
But there better be no proscratin, wit reaction when ya rappin
Cuz when you maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin
So get the gats, forget the facts, and like there's no compassion
Kick me, cuz I'm a daisy street, as cold as the Alaskan
Bought my braids, bought my hat, and Staten stay stackin
(Chorus)
(Sticky Fingaz)
Give me the shottie, let me liven up the party
I like to start trouble, cuz I'm a little rowdy
We just three MC's, that like to fight
Even when we start the shit, we always end it right
So all of ya, frontins bad for ya health
Cuz in the 93, my army goin for self
Kids is cruel, more causin then these fucked up conditions
That we all hate, but fuck it if this our fate
Just listen up to what I say
The feds get shot daily, every day
Even my man got killed, that was families mournin
But from all the dirty bid, I know that hell is callin
Went to his wake and shit got held up
But niggas wit mask on they face
I couldn't escape, I was stuck
They said "Everybody in here, up against the wall
The dead nigga owe me money, so I'll collect from y'all"
The people gave him struggle, 5 minutes went fast
When I said "I ain't givin ya nigga shit, I'ma just have to get blast"
And representin wit my life, I'm full fledged thief
And I'm the truth, that's why we always have beef
(Chorus)
(Hook)
And we do it like this, and we do it like that
Rules and regulations, so watch ya back, and pack a gat
Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in the streets
{*beeper goes off eight times*}
(Sonee Seeza)
Aiyyo, fuckin bitches man. (worrrrrd up)
See that's what happen man
when you fuck the dog-shit out of bitches
Muh'fuckin hehahahh.
(stoned out conversation for 15 seconds)
(Fredro Starr)
If ya, got a girl then you betta believe
She got a, dick up her throat and a trick up her sleeve
But if ya don't take my word, take the word of another
I love my girl more than I love my own mother
until I caught the bitch in bed fuckin my brother
Now, pussy to me, is a stick and a bone
I fuck it and she suck it then I leave it alone
then get out the crib 'fore her man come home
DING-DONG! RING-A-LING-A-LING!
"Honey I'm home," scumbag sent candy
Feelin damn dandy crazy drunk off some brandy
Headed to the stairs, tip-tiptoed
With these sneaky ass stairs kid ya gotta move slow
She wasn't in her room, where could she be?
Wait a cotton-pickin minute, I hear the TV
I slid to the den, what did I see?
I seen a nigga hairy STINK ass (word?)
and my girl on her knees (OHHH SHIT!)
She was suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
Hey man, I was just watchin this, it was monotonous
I couldn't figga the nex niguh dick in my girl's esophagus
Suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
Suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
Suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
(Onyx)
Yo that's my motherfuckin word
Man I was trickin on this bitch man
I was buyin this bitch diamonds and the whole shit
Motherfuckin Moet yaknowhatI'msayin?
I was proppin this bitch up in Def Jam
Niguz was like yo, yaknowwhatI'msayin? (?)
Yo a bitch ain't shit man that's my motherfuckin word
Yo Suave, yo Suave, yo Sauve
Yo how do you feel about that shit man?
(Suave/Sonee Seeza)
A freak is a freak and a hoe is a hoe
If ya bitch get this low, that shit is absolutely zero
A hoe will have a pro just claimin love, I was (?)
You can say like Mary J., "Just Remind Me"
Was buggin when she started suckin fuckin peppermints
Blow jobs got better? (How the hell ya miss those hits?) I know but
then I got the shock that almost blocked me like an obstacle
My girl lips locked a niguz cock, like a popsicle
Quick - my man flipped the silencer tip
Now let the dumb bitch go to hell, and suck on the devil's dick
Yep, you knew money felt the chill
He should have ate that pussy then it coulda been his last meal
So don't let my girl suck ya dick
Even if she's suckin the next niguh dick (oh shit!)
Suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
Suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
Afficial Nastee Niguz (repeat 8X)
(Fredro Starr)
Picture this, picture that
Ya girl's humpin the next man's plans of comin back
Tell you that "I love you"
Bacdafucup, breakdafucoff
Bacdafucup bitch or I'ma gonna smack ya wig off
Smack the cum, out ya motherfuckin mouth
I got proof! (Oh yeah?) Cause it landed on my couch
She was suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
She was suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
(Sticky Fingaz)
Sometimes I feel like a nut {*KNOCK KNOCK*}
It melts in ya mouth, not in ya butt, oh and.
tell your girl to stop changin her lip stick
I'm startin to get, rainbows around my dick
I got caught in the act, he pulled a gun and gave chase
It ain't my fault, this bitch take it in the face
Sheeeit, she the one who found Jack.
The "Blac Vagina Finda", hmm big ain't it?
Lick clit so big God I almost fainted
Suckin the next niguh dick (oh shit!)
(Sonee Seeza/Onyx)
She was suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
She was suckin the nex niguh dick (worrd?)
She was suckin the nex niguh, suckin the nex niguh
suckin the nex niguh (she's still suckin his dick)
She was suckin the nex niguh dick
She was suckin the nex niguh dick
She was suckin the nex niguh, suckin the nex niguh
suckin the nex niguh
(Sticky Fingaz)
Fuck it I don't need ya, let the welfare feed ya (word up)
Non-thinkin, cum-drinkin. (suck, dick)
[Chorus: Greg Valentine]
There's no sunshine in the city
That's the way it's going down
People kill and people dyin
Every time I turn around
There's no sunshine...
[Sticky Fingaz]
I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers
Criminalist, and parole violators
I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators
Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators
Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers
Scandal big reelers, I sell coke to dope dealers
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars
Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large
Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers
Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this
For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters
Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious
My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws
Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors
Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers
I roll wit cigar smoke flowers
Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes Mercedes
Always solicit, and pullin out on project business
Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers
Ready to run up in Rockefeller, put the glock in the teller
And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up
[Chorus]
[Sonsee]
To me, USG livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin
Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin
On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings
Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin
We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can't be toleratin
Man that's frustratin, that's why we be demonstratin
How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin
Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep 'em strugglin
Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin
Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin
For child supportin, or self done abortion
Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune
So we'll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin
Every group and, until we see some more improvin
It'll be mad human deliciously, can't completion
Cuz every day is killin season
[Chorus]
[Sticky Fingaz]
I pledge allegiance to the street and blame God
For the creation of this pitiful Earth, that's filled wit temptation
Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation
Now I just got a probation, so wish me congratulation
But I'm under investigation, for psychic evaluation
Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination
So I need the participation the Caucasian assassination
Time is wastin, it's a Sticky situation
Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population
And there's no exaggeration, so whoever in an association
Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation
When hours of desperation, on for ya information
A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation
Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization
So I use my concentration wit a Jim Crow education
Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation
All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication
And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation
To elite from a tree my decorations
So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration's
That's being the manipulation of this God damn nation
If the heat is on, I gotta freeze up by a nigga
Shitty hit da fans from da hands, sqeeze da trigga
ATAK OF DA BAL-HEDZ! sleep if ya wanna
Bets is burned it's a bitter shit than be a donor
Bichasniguz not respective, but rejectic
Move on 'em, move on 'em, things are get hectic
So watch ya blankets, hold your hopes
Ya get hurt up, that's da word up
Fuckin' with Fre-dro understand, GODDAMN!
Who the hell is that little ass man?!
The kid with da scamps, balhead like ya jams
Shootin' at the stands, no time to beat fans
Ain't nothing worse than the bichas wich as, nigga that's bakin'
Lies for tichin', try to run the nut for scratchin' stop itchin'
Wishin' perhaps, I play tha right guard, tryin' in yards, but I'ma hit ya with sacks!
Two to da timple, straight to da brains, so simple and plain
Ain't a muthafuckin' thing changed,
But a hole in ya muthafuckin' tape, I would like to thank:
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga,
My nigga, nigga, nigga,nigg-aaa!
[Chorus]
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
That's da word up, you get hurt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
That's da word up, you get hurt up!
[Big DS]
Big DS! I put a hole in ya chest, grab ya by da neck
I hit you with da Tec, Onyx in affect, WE ALWAYS COME CORRECT!
Smack tha taste out ya muthafuckin' mouth!
Big DS, I show ya what it's all about
DANGER, DANGER! DANGER, DANGER!
It's all about anger, the nigga bitch banger!
[Chorus]
[Sonsee]
I be with the crazy criminals on da Pristal Projects
Beat them down who ever weeze respect
The fake moves, fake plays da bichas,
Ya joints, is that a death you choose
Nigga bitch nigga, silent as a backcase of strap though
Wild crazy ghetto, keepin' em on petto!
Got kids on the block get high with da rocks
When the time at the club, I knock 'em right on every bucks
That's my word! I heard a flix city kid, or I heard from the suburbs
Birds can't discriminate, so I won't either
Make ya holier than a bible, if you're not a believer
Diss your words dream, when you face my team
Been a bitch nigga over like the House of Pain
People scream, when I get you I say: "Gimme that bitch assilation"
Through with pass, get you a cash, or a ditch fast
[Onyx]
Ain't nuthin' worse than a bitch ass nigga!
Ain't nuthin' worse than a bitch ass nigga!
[Sticky Fingaz]
Move back MUTHAFUCKAZ, the Onyx is here!!
My name is Sticky Fingaz, I'm the nigga in ya nightmare
Forget da crowd cheer, I live of fears, it's the beast in me!
You get the music couldn't sue me
And I take more than you wanna diss try 'em all
Say, I broke the rhyme, but it's da weak talkin'
ALL YA BICHASNIGUZ BEST JUST KEEP WALKIN'!
Plus spit in ya face, Onyx is da master racin'
Nothin' sweared about me G, substain a child's place
My heart is my witness, I broke the law
The hap bichas niggaz in jail watchin' my doors
Hit da floors, and do crazy callous
Statics that when they flip, they take a jump to the paramedics
Cause ain't nuthin' worse than a bichasnigga!!!
Talkin' lot of shit, though I punch and run
I have blood on my knife, and a body on my gun
So listen up son, don't act wild
Or I'll crip your style with a bullet and a smile
Cause ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
Ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
Ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
Ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
Ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
Onyx tape, 3.99 my friend, come buy from me, no no
You bichas bootlega mothafucka sellin' my tape
You get shot
You bichas bootlega mothafucka sellin' my tape
You get shot
You bichas bootlega mothafucka sellin' my tape
You get shot
You bichas bootlega mothafucka sellin' my tape
Onyxxx...
They tried to poison the fetus
We gonna check it out like this
All hell
the high exalted
my mother fucking name is Fredro Starr
you know what I'm saying?
I'm up here with my man Sonee the money the muther fucking greasiest
and my mother fucking nigga Sticky the fucking fingaz
you know what I'm saying?
Yo Sonee
Step to your mother fucking business nigga... word up
Verse 1:
I'm not the type to be flabbergasted
but all my doubters mastered
it ain't a matter bastard
rule my hazard
niggaz get blasted
soon as I bring what I got in store for the new order
who want it?
we got what your looking for
fuck you gonna do now, money
cause this the Sonee
seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister
I get downright deprived on them niggaz
We rob Z's
Gimme all these, ya'll niggaz
PUSS!
Whats the matter? I rush
bum rush you better rise
and assult and catapult
like a bullet I shot shit
the figure hurter
word to murder
rippin the master
will make you back up from them further
Hold up the press
heres comes the mess
worship the best
or die like the rest
you have the right to remain violent
aaauuuggghh
anything you say can and will be use against you to kill!
I'm a tyrant
strinking like a viking
a knight in shining armor
jumping for the sauna
the rough rhymer
suicidal like Nirvana
the end of your world is just beginning
theres no winning in my inning
the dead things cannot effect the living
so I trip into the wind
of the ghetto bad weather
I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on
never talk to a stranger
everybodys in grave danger
me and my people just shot ya anger!
FUCK DAT... YA BETTER OFF DEAD!
Considered less than a god, but more than a man
I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian
with my mental powers and my sixth sense
that can raise a dead crowd into a live audience
(so get the fuck out the way)
ooh, and get your ass cut
cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt
(no doubt)
Heres the clip witches know its a black stone
its a matter that shatter your track bone
score to get to life
I'm concise
niggaz get done up precise
cut up fine
and fucked up real nice
we made up mean Jamaica
and die like the Lakers
faking jack was mackin backwards
with the front in black got tactics
straight from the desert-(queens)
where niggaz is desperate
so I'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit
(get a life)
fuck dat ya betta off dead!
(get a life)
fuck dat ya betta off dead!
Verse 3:
Cover me, I'm going in
move em in take em out
the time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle
its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to hell
no one tell is what you punk niggaz yell
like-wah wah!
thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin
black start attackin back-I'm still hurtin
Sticky come on come on well...
So all let up on the fact
that I'm a nigga that can just beat your mother fucking ass
to hurt your feelings
cause your shit is trash
too many people like me
cause they're not worthy
destruct my coalition
its a demolition derby
through all that spit you talk
and make the mic smell like saliva
yick! you need to retire
resign
I'm ahead of my time
in my prime
one of a kind
and out of my mind!
and ain't nothin in this world free so me I'ma kick a pay style
I don't got no smile I was abused as a child
my moms gave birth to a crazy ass wilder
bust out her pussy with a mother fuckin gun
started talking slang
even joined a gang
the suicide scums
I sold jums to the bums
I was the hand to hand man pullin in clubs
then I started dealin
robbin and stealin
if not for killing then I'm known as a villain
if you want problems I'm ready and willing
and I'll get up in your mouth like a fucking filling
FUCK DAT WE BETTA OFF DEAD
Verse 1:
Nigga you heartless
you ain't heartless
you dont want no part in this
you ain't got it in ya
I'm born to be a sinner
as I move through these evil New York streets
like grease
and some kids get caught up
all up in the crime rate
couldn't hold your nine straight when you was bustin
your whole clip and hittin nothing
your whole block on him, only two niggaz got him
came down fast
with the cash and the product
caught you pants down with ya clothes off
a nigga never knows...a nigga never knows
you got your ryhmes niggas?
bring em-we start that
its concrete combat-where I'm at
a crime covered city
where theres no time for pity
we comin from the village
of the unprivledged
blood soaked bills through murder actions
transactions all illegal
I smell the cheeb like a beagle
evil stalks and lurks
dominate and do worse in my dwelling
niggaz filling shells and compelling to bust melons
(we just) bring to these fellas
[chorus 2X]
These evil streets iz rough
ain't no one we can trust
either roll with the rush or get rushed
cause all we got iz us
these evil streets...
Verse 2:
Seen the world through the eyes of a nigga on the brink
drugs got my brain fried making it hard to think
I'm trapped in these evil streets
drivin some scuffed up ragged down beat up past tims
some kid pulls up with chrome dimple guided rims
now I'm thinking its 3 in the a.m.
I'm walking and he in a BM
drop top 3-he dont even see me
would you believe, he saw my gun in 3D
10 blocks later trying to work the cd
spotted 15 on the BQE
cause ain't no way them pigs is baggin me
and up a Sonsee we official nasty
For niggas that force the issue
my man'll toss the pistol
and of course I hit you
let that loss be with you
the more L's the higher
streets are fire
make ice hearts in men
for worldly desire
its the black attack
born on the corner
nigga grew up fast to get that looter ready to shoot 'er
and he do anything to achieve it (better believe it)
grew up in a band of theives
who retrieves the goods
stacking stacks
and pushing niggas shit back like they should
while we was gone
some shit undeveloped
now parlay, sit back
and watch armys swell up
yeah....punk niggaz
[chorus x4]
As we move through these evil streets...
Verse 3:
Only nigga that can kill me is the nigga in the mirror
but when I cup the mic and make my fighting words clearer
a nigga without a gun is like something is missing
that was my employer-when I aint have a pot to piss in
(so listen) keep a gun, even if its not needed
better that than to have none and to be in deep shit
We mold on niggaz like Bacteria grows
fools they lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose
nigga, we kill niggaz
for Polo and Hilfigers
its all for real ill niggaz
and steel figures
ain't nothin over here
wont be soft
shit be jumping off
on the rag
dont beat me in the head with that
go head with that
I think back me in my mans rover
rip out sombodys grandmother
pulled out, the bitch ran for cover
keep niggaz guessin with our face without expressions
for niggaz stressin
I leave a lifetime impression
it shines like aggression when the flame comes out
saw the bout, what you got, when your gang runs out
shits hot, you could get burned with heat
we take turns to sleep
you better learn the street
knowledge
damn, you could get shot for 5 dollars
its live wires
with no signs of survivors...
[chorus]
These evil streets iz rough
ain't no one we can trust
either roll with the rush or get rushed
cause all we got iz us
These evil streets iz rough
ain't no one we can trust
either roll with the rush or get rushed
cause all we got iz us
these evil streets...
Move back mothefuckers - the ONYX is here
BACDAFUCUP BACDAFUCUP
Move back mothefuckers - the ONYX is here
BACDAFUCUP just BACDAFUCUP
Move back mothefuckers - the ONYX is here
BACDAFUCUP you betta' BACDAFUCUP
Move back mothefuckers - the ONYX is here
BACDAFUCUP BACDAFUCUP
BACDAFUCUP BACDAFUCUP
BACDAFUCUP you betta' BACDAFUCUP
Move back mothefuckers - the ONYX is here
BACDAFUCUP BACDAFUCUP
Bottomline, overall we gotta get this motherfuckin' cash
No doubt man, that's what I'm sayin' man
Illuminati I heard they tryin' to really just hold shit down
They tryin' to shut us down, God
They tryin' to shut us down, 'cause we rock, on the low
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Fuck peace I want justice
I'ma nigga with a gun and the right mind to bust this
Fuck this, I'm mad at the world and hell, I got a vengeance
My first offense, I caught the life or death, sentence
The real black homies in jail, pull out protection
It's killin' me, callin' these facilities, correction
System that is scared of us, come on my fellow prisoners
Time to go to war, we'll be dead at least they listen to us
Time to get the Tec, and go step, to the President
U.S.G., citizen, fuck American, resident
And nnyyaaa, I gotta seek your betterment
Isaac, slayed, for all my niggaz who got hanged
"So throw ya gunz in the"
They said "Throw Ya Gunz" was negative, I say fuck them
They the ones who put the guns in the ghetto for destruction
This is depression, deception, killin' our own complexion
What we need to do is point the guns in the right direction
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Yo it's only gettin' worse, I'ma person controvers'
And tell you where I'm from, is the savage redman curse
I'm the illest, the biggest, experiment
What are we getting pigs in a cage in the projects
'Cause we the ones that's been in it
They gave us guns and drugs, and watch us bug and rub
Each other out, stop doin' what they love
Now retaliate, it's time to get big, and bombard
And flip this shit, like fruit of the Gods
They say we got the animal mentality
Show 'em the raw reality if you real you ain't mad at me
But if you is, so the fuck what?
Me and my peeps, came to claim, the brown man's cut
Which was really ours, this the hour
Better do what I do, fuck those nuclear powers
They're beat, we gotta form our own crop
Dominate, infiltrate and feel great 'til it burns down
And when it burns, it's goin' up in blazes
We at it go, where it shoulda fuckin' been
Since the dark ages
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
I have a dream, that I must reveal
So I pinch myself to make sure it's real
First we gotta destroy and then rebuild
Even if it mean that I'ma get myself killed
Don't make me no difference, I done wrote my will
And talk about, what they did to us is dumb
What we need to be talkin' 'bout, is what we gonna do to them
I can be dangerous, the last thing I do
When I start speaking in tongues the Holy Ghost couldn't save you
So do you want answers?
Yeah I want answers, I want the truth
You want the truth? You couldn't handle the truth
'Cause they got our brains washed, so we the minority
But when we kill them off we're gonna be the majority
Preach on
See I was raised to fight for what I believe in
I won't forget, can't forget, I'm tryin' to get even
And if nobody speak up, then I'll lead my people
'Cause two wrongs don't make it right, but it damn sure make us equal
I'm incitin' riots, so let's start the lootin'
And whoever enforce the laws I guess we'll just got to shoot them
'Cause in this revolution I loathe my enemy
I'm agnostic plus I got no identity
So lovers of life don't keep your hopes up high
Why?
'Cause it's just a matter of time before it's your turn to die
But until then, when you stop breathin'
It's time to stand up and fight for what you believe in
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even
(Yo what's up baby?)
Ay yo Stick man, shit is fucked up!
(Who the fuck this?)
It's fuckin Fredro man!
(Yo yo yo, turn the muthafuckin music down god.)
It's my fuckin word, Sticky, man!
(Yo what's up nigga?)
Muthafuckas wetted everything out there.
(What the fuck you talkin about?)
Muthafuckas is dead, son!
(Yo yo, calm down nigga, calm down!)
Word to fuckin mother man!
(Just tell me what happened, god.)
It had to be about eight o'clock (Uh huh, uh huh)
When niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot
Yo half the spot got locked
(What? Who got shot?)
My little nigga Bill from down the hill
We had a one through five
I heard he might not survive (Aw, damn)
He caught one in his leg
Two shots hit him in his upper (What?)
Part of his chest, two inches above his vest
Heard you next (I'm next?)
That's the word in the projects
(What? Them niggas ain't no threat
They'll whole set'll get wet
Yo go get the AK, and my two nines with the silencers
And at seven thirty, y'all niggaz meet me at Veronica's)
Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga I'm out
{Let me talk to him, let me talk to him}
Yo yo Stick hold up, yo yo yo Stick, talk to Son
(Aight, aight) Don't even wet that done, yo I'm bringin mad guns
{Ay yo Stick, that's my word
It might be them niggas from Riverside
Cuz I heard they knew somethin
About how my little nigga died}
(Who who, little Dave with the red car?)
{Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head}
(Aight aight, get the big shit, no bullshit, it's time to flip
And I'll see y'all niggas later, be safe)
{No doubt, aight kid}
Then they jumped in the Expo
Aiyyo Son slow down, we got mad techs yo
Fuck that I'm vexed yo!
Yeah I know, I know but chill, let alone and chill
We meet the gods so we can bill on these niggas for real
It was a half an hour drive 'fore they finally arrive
Veronica came to the door, she smiled and said
Hi, hi! Step inside, get out the rain get dry
Sticky's in the back playing pool by the sauna
We stepped in the back all I smelled was marijuana
(Yo what's up?) Yo nigga what's up
(You know I don't give a fuck
Them niggas time's up
You got them two nines or what?)
No doubt, I bought it all out
{Kid I'm ready to go to war!}
(Ay yo yo yo, chill let's play it smart
And catch em by surprise
We'll do it on the ninjas
In the mornin before the sunrise
Ay yo Veronica, *Yes?* yo gimme some beers
And cook me some food, I'm starvin)
*Ok, alright darlin*
Yo Stick, what's up with this bitch?
(I'm startin to like this chick)
Yo she a bad bitch
{Yeah, plus her dad is rich}
(Yo fuck it, rack it up
C'mon lemme bust your ass
Nine ball)
Yeah aight, put your money where your mouth is
Winner take all
{Ay yo, I got next, pass me a Beck's and a philly
Cuz this L we bout to puff is for my nigga Billy}
A hour passed
*Dinner's ready* What's to eat?
*I made spaghetti in clam sauce*
(See? She know I'm the damn boss)
*I'ma go upstairs and lay down
You guys enjoy your meal*
{Yo how many rooms this spot got? This crib is ill}
Ay yo this food is slammin, god
She cook like she black
(Yeah, and after this I'ma go upstairs and tear out her back)
*It's me, Veronica. Yeah they're all here right now
Ok, alright*
(Veronica? *Huh?* Who was that?)
*Oh, oh just my dad*
(C'mere my little freak dog, why you lookin so sad?
You want daddy to cheer you up?
You know you like when I spank you
So bend over by the bedpost and grab your ankles)
(After three nut, then fell the fuck out
Cuz in the mornin gotta take care of this b-i
No doubt)
Wake up motherfuckers!
Oh shit! What did I see?
Five niggas pointin guns at me (.?.) and Sonsee
*Fuck that! Shut the fuck up!
Nigga get the fuck on the floor!*
Hit me dead in the jaw
With the chrome four four
Woke up the next mornin, couldn't hardly sleep last night
Oh shit my two nines is missin, wait somethin ain't right
Where the fuck that bitch go? Damn that hoe!
Wait, I know, that bitch in the kitchen praly makin me something to eat
But still wearin my heat
Fuck it I'ma wake these niggas up so we can go hit the street
I went downstairs, couldn't believe my eyes
I seen Veronica with three guys twice my size
They all had guns but I was gatless
Last thing I saw was the kid with the scar
And then I seen blackness
Remember thinkin, how the fuck they know?
Oh, Veronica
Oh, Veronica, Veronica
(Phat phat..)
Chorus: Onyx
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat!
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat!
[Fredro Starr]
It's the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof I've been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look, no hands but damn, ooh I got a handle
Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks
Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen
Den discuss 'em when I be bustin with my crews, and crimies
How ya like dat? Phat da-dat da dah-dah, huh
Rat-a-tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son
Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders
I know you're breakin on the phat tracks we're makin
So Sonee Seeza, you're next up to bat
Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat!
Chorus
P-H-A-T! (Phat phat..)
[Sonee Seeza]
Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazy's place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not a re-run, but it's fatter than (??)
I'm rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with Sasquatch
I'm here to let you know, Onyx won't lack what it takes
I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath
Kind of like a diamond; I'm a hard black kid
Move me think you're schemin to get the semen out my
cock-a-doodle-doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?
These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin
Straight up, you had enough? I'm callin your bluff
Body offender, so surrender, kid you ain't tough
You can get some phatter stuff (huh) I got it
but first just purchase my joint, you can't be without it
It's P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T!
P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T!
P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T!
P-H-A-T! (Phat phat..)
[Sticky Fingaz]
Every ten years, they unleash phat sound
Well it's time for Sticky Fingaz, God's gift to the underground
For cryin out loud, it's enough you're makin sick and I
wants revenge can I die for my music?
You don't understand, I worship hardcore
They never shoulda let me get my boot in the door
And if you think that's a bluff, then you got me all wrong son
Gettin phat like this is easier said than done
Raise up, rise and shine!
I woke up on wrong side of the bed this time
Now it's time to get phat, 'N' all of DAT!!
(The phat rap scripts tips scales go longer than endless trials
Play my part, stay sharp as darts and nails)
AHHH shut the hell up (chill) and don't hold me back, black
I'm ?? my own freestyle I'm ready to rip the track
Onyx is back, so phat we need slim fast
(With the boom, check the boom, check the boom body bash!!)
Chorus
Intro:
Take em up, take em up, bring em up dead
Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Your, mind, is on the ground
Onyx! (echoes)
Verse One:
It's time to get live, live, live like a wire
I set a whole choir on fire
Rolled up on the grill shot skills skills
In a frill, the crowd dissed me, they gettin crispy
Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it like this
(undecipherable)
Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care
You need a bald head the dreads dead as they fear
Stick up assassin, shockin new reaction
These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the whore madder
Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick
Slip on a clip (undecipherable)
The shit they write is black and white, but mines got mad color
Ain't that right, my bald brothers?
Word up, raise it up, we're rollin with the crew that don't give a fuck
So throw ya gunz in the air, throw ya gunz in the air
Buck buck like you don't care
Verse Two:
Uh-oh, heads up! Cause we droppin some shit
On your (undecipherable)
Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'ma swell em
The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I'ma sell em
To all competition slide back then listen
I'm kickin all that, shit to the doormat
Claimin it's domain cause mad pains
Blood stains, long range got gats!
Crazy clips, I sink ships, cuttin faces like a pirate
I've never caught a flood, for the mad shit that I did
Heard, you got the word so observe
I shatter and splatter bodies that blows to buck nerves
Open, I always leave my barrel smoking
Throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like you just don't care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like you just don't care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like you just don't care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like you just don't care
Verse Three:
Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die
Sticky Fingers, the name, and my life is a lie
Cause I'm havin a bad day, so stay out of my way
And what the pistol packin people say you better obey
Just in the nick of time, I commit the perfect crime
Rip my heart, from my chest, throw it right into a rhyme
Don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind
And what's mines is mines, and what's yours is mine
Don't fuckin blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine
So what the farmers got boy buck buck buck buck
It's like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G
I'm a bald head with a kinfe, I want your money or your life
So, so, so, so?
So throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like ya just don't care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like you just don't care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like you just don't care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like you just don't care
Outtro:
We're the motherfuckin Onyx
And we don't give a flying motherfucking fuck
Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man
Fuck that, yo DS we coming man, we got the bail
We got the bail, we gonna break you out man
Yo, what's the problem? That's what I thought
What the fuck you looking at?
Yeah, yo, for all the our street niggas
All my project niggas, all the niggas out on the corners
And the fucking everyday struggle
Come on, yeah, what? Yeah
Tired of these niggas man
Straight like that, fuck that
Yeah, what? Yeah, survive for these niggas
Onyx to the death mutherfuckers
Onyx is gritty, grimey, the gutter
Projects, techs, nines, black Escalades
Low down, shiftee, mad at the world, straight gully
Villains, crooks, thieves, terrorists, killers
Drug dealers, Hennessey, ecstasy
Weed, Queens, Brooklyn
Robbin', stealin', stabbin', shootin', wylin
Criminals, thugs
Bloods, Crips, disaster, war
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Rich, poor, life, death, God the devil
Onyx the rebels
Pain, anger, danger, real, chicks banger
Knives, guns, streets, gutters
Robbers, mothers, back the fuck up, move back motherfuckers
Onyx is love and hate
Onyx is motherfucking spit in your face
Onyx is a high speed police car chase
Onyx is puttin' a hot gun in your waist
(Move back motherfuckers)
Onyx is pride
Onyx is shootouts with your moms inside
Onyx is robbery turned homicide
Onyx is living when you thought yous gon die
(Move back motherfuckers)
We spicks, rivals, braids
Heads, we bang, murderous
Metaphor, dance, newer, quicker
Hyper, calmer, bigger, faster, better
Stronger, obnoxious, filthy
Villains, thieves, tougher, enormous
Higher performance
Brooklyn, Queens
(Yeah, yeah)
The Bronx, Manhattan
(Yeah, yeah)
Long Island
(Uh)
Shinnin'
(Yo)
We rhymin'
(Yo, yo)
Ayo, we wild ass niggas
Jump over the stage in the crowd ass niggas
Scream on the mic, fucking loud ass niggas
Smacking all ho's, yo, they foul ass niggas
Proud ass niggas, real ass niggas
Bring it to the streets, they kill y'all niggas
Killed for them Cadillac grill ass niggas
Throw your guns up if you feel my niggas
They still my niggas
Onyx is thugs
Onyx is nuthing to ever come before blood
Onyx is betrayal by the one that you love
Onyx is looking in the eyes of the judge
(Move back motherfuckers)
Onyx is guns
Onyx is black jeans and air force ones
Onyx is niggas on the block sellin' junk
One time, one time, that's it, yeah
This the Onyx shit, know what I'm sayin'
Coming out the motherfucking crevices
Coming out the fucking cracks like snakes boy
Word to mother
All my niggas in queens and ya don't stop
All my niggas in Brooklyn and ya don't stop
All my niggas in Uptown and ya don't stop
All my niggas in the boogie woogie and ya won't stop
We gonna set this shit New York style
We don't throw gang signs in New York
We just be on some shit in New York
New York City, shiftee low down gritty
You punk niggaz yell pity and smell shitty
NYPD can suck my dick
This is the way we rip shit from the bricks
Walking like a zombie smoking blunts in the lobby
I be rolling with my niggas behind me take 'em off
Attention, fuck all that slippin' and inchin'
I'm rappin' loot snatchin' staying greasy the shit ain't easy
I'm coming raw hide, serious as a 45
The damn streets are eager to take more lives
Fuck it, it's my home, hate it or appreciate it
It's the tour 8 million story orientated
Designated and made for the real renegade
So I never been afraid to start car, they get paid
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
I'ma stay on my job 'cause that's my adventure
I was bred to be a big gainer who can't contain a placenta
The USG witch make me switch like a skitso
When red rummin' gets so hot but never blow back to the cold spot
If the heat got too much, I'ma slide down south
Outta town 'bout, leave the home or I'll move shit down
On keyed lock, we rock
(All nuthin')
And then New York niggaz was pulling your shit
Your shit wasn't right, we known to start shit up
From trends to riots to ruckus
And big enough to fuck up anybody that wanna attack us
And that's 'cause the fire burns are deep
Most of us are peeps-ture New York niggaz play for keeps
(Wanna be a part of it, New York is always starting shit)
Fuck them, I'ma a nasty native
(New Yorker)
The full of shit talker, the dark street walker
Shining in time stalker, bringin' it back to reality
This is for my niggaz in NYC, not since '76
Since the knicks won the championships
Hasn't been some more shit like this
So back up get up and ass up and my rap wax sound
My shots ring loud and panic the crowd
(Blow 'em up)
Get up, my sounds downtown
(Hold 'em up)
Oh, shit, that shit just shot duke in the face
Nigga gotta be dead, fuck that then, let's rob that nigga, man
Take that nigga watch an' get the fuck out of here, fuck him
Aiyyo, young brothers out here shouldn't be stickin' up people, y'know?
Give me the money, give me the money
Here comes Sonee, the greaser
Sees the hostages, my conscience keeps tellin' me I should just
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, everywhere I go
There's no coppers to stop us, the pros, our motto is
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
8 o'clock in the mornin', time to wake up
Another brother gettin' paid an' away, it's a stick up
No time to even take a bath
Strictly cash, tax free quick fast
Grab my Polo, jumped in the Timberland boots
I got Audi, time to get rowdy
Shiftee, low down gritty an' grimy
I guess I gotta find my crimey
Sticky Fingaz, yo, that's Sticky Fingaz
Jetted to the ave in a half of a second
He wasn't at the spot, so the stop I was checkin'
Met him on the way, tucked away was the weapon
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Single handed me an' Mickey barely took a trip to Linden
Picked up some cheeba an' some brew an' yo, what else?
Screamin' nothin'
Now we on the East train back an' RJ said something
Oops, since I stopped, the 40-deuce get loose
Seen three other troopers an' they tried to call a truce
One had a link, the other a goose
You know what we took an' you know what we left
But the third one played a punk, he dissed his posse an' stepped
With Sticky on the loose, there was nothin' he could do
So I pulled out the old tape ducted 22
But that was only petty skills, the Philly get Freddie
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Yeah, yeah, hand over the money
Don't get like, "Doc, what's up Doc?", This is Mugs Bunny
An' ain't nuttin' funny, ha, it's a stick up
Sticky got sticky an' tricky with the wallet
But this ain't 'El Segundo'
It's just the four bad brothers from the ghetto
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
We had an option after 12 in the city
Man, we gonna roll with some shits like Nitti
But first we got trips because the man got geese
Yo, mister, I just got robbed, have you seen the police?
Nah, none over here, good, so run all your gear
Rolex watch, rings, the Gucci underwear
You might think I'm sorta out of order
But I'll rob you for a quarter, say, ?Whiteys, you'se a goner?
You'se a goner, wanna call the pork, pig, ya dig? Police, peace
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Aiyyo, young brothers out here
Shouldn't be stickin' up people, y'know? That's a no no
This is a story about Sticky Fingaz and Mickey Fills show
An' there was a
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve
Yeah, yeah, hand over the money
Yeah, yeah, gimme the money, gimme the money
Yeah, yeah, hand over the money
Yeah, yeah, gimme the money, gimme the money
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Gimme the money, gimme the money
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Gimme the money, gimme the money
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Gimme the money, gimme the money
I got struck by lighting and the thunder
Wildin' in the shit from the tundra, the Winda
Help me up, someone's pullin' me under
A scorcher, flame on the brain, this is torture
Terrible, horrible, sick shit, I brought ya
Sacrifice the virgin, urban, I'm splurgin'
Split splice, I prefer to bring it like a surgeon, right
Bombs, I got shatter, bullet holes in the paper
Escape the, madness, Onyx, the baddest
Souls of a soldier in the streets of survival
If you to find the blackness, here's the gun to guide you
Fumble up, crews crumble up, under pressure God
It's hard, fuck you, broke, your tooth playin'
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Come and just bust me, peel the real shit
Drilled through ya ear drum, hell, yeah, I'm fearsome
My equilibrium, is touched with the U S G, sickness
Contaminated with slickness
Filthy, nasty, grungy, tracks of the wretched
I gotta deflect it, crazy desperate, deception
Yeah, son, keep 'em on the run
If you wasn't a two, then you musta been the one
It's not a big case, to erase, who makes it my fate
You just, waste your time and blood
So you better play ya space
'Cause if that's some shit, gon' get real stupid
And you and your man, can troop it
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, shiftee, shiftee, shiftee
Aiy you, you nasty ass, what's up, big fella?
Hey whatever, whatever shit, the dirty desert dweller
Who said never, all in together
Now, I'm a show you how the Afficial niggaz, fuck it up
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
One day I'ma rule the fuckin' world, just mark my word
I've got the filthiest shit, human ears ever heard
And even if you wash my mouth out with soap
I'll still be as disgusting and despicable
Unpredictable, liable to flip my lid
My moms dropped me on my head, when I was a kid
Back then I lost all my marbles, today I lost my job
So in essence it's Armageddon, somebody's bound to get robbed
Watch out, this could be you, I believe
Put a gun to your face, it's better to give than receive
I'm more than meets the eye, energize
Make your blood pressure rise, mad face, ain't no disguise
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee, low down, gritty and grimey
Phat phat
Onyx
Phat, phatpha da dah da dah, da dah dah di dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat
Phat, phatpha da dah da dah, da dah dah di dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat
It's the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof I've been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look, no hands but damn, ooh I got a handle
Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks
Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen
Den discuss 'em when I be bustin with my crews, and crimies
How ya like dat? Phat da dat, da, dah dah, huh
Rat a tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son
Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders
I know you're breakin on the phat tracks we're makin
So Sonee Seeza, you're next up to bat
Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat
Onyx
P, H, A, T! (Phat phat)
Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazy's place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not a rerun, but it's fatter than
I'm rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with Sasquatch
I'm here to let you know, Onyx won't lack what it takes
I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath
Kind of like a diamondI'm a hard black kid
Move me think you're schemin to get the semen out my
Cock a doodle doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?
These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin
Straight up, you had enough? I'm callin your bluff
Body offender, so surrender, kid you ain't tough
You can get some phatter stuff (huh) I got it
But first just purchase my joint, you can't be without it
It's P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P, H, A, T, P, H, A, T
P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P, H, A, T, P, H, A, T
P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P, H, A, T, P, H, A, T
P, H, A, T! (Phat phat)
Every ten years, they unleash phat sound
Well it's time for Sticky Fingaz, God's gift to the underground
For cryin out loud, it's enough you're makin sick and I
Wants revenge can I die for my music?
You don't understand, I worship hardcore
They never shoulda let me get my boot in the door
And if you think that's a bluff, then you got me all wrong son
Gettin phat like this is easier said than done
Raise up, rise and shine
I woke up on wrong side of the bed this time
Now it's time to get phat, 'N' all of DAT
(The phat rap scripts tips scales go longer than endless trials
Play my part, stay sharp as darts and nails)
AHHH shut the hell up (chill) and don't hold me back, black
I'm my own freestyle I'm ready to rip the track
Onyx is back, so phat we need slim fast
(With the boom, check the boom, check the boom body bash)
Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a nickel sack
From Vang Hill to Moon, you touch me, I got to get you back
Roll on the stolen V's with he-ho chase you
Cop a six more time and 3 years probation
We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender
I'm the number one contender
I got a new game plan, strictly sportin' name brand
Layin' in the pound hunted, footin' through your town blunted
On some shit that get you burnt throats
Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated
Never been B-rated, my 5 plated is how I get fights
I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights
I'm daily thinkin' of a life gleamin'
That life we in, how to obtain and what's the meanin'
The fact that cash rules, these last days
We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules
True soldier, no matter the goal
We gettin' closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
To all my true livin' dogs and my Soho
Don't talk about it, make it happen
Don't fake it chap
The Hennessey act, got you light gat
You wanna block, try to hold nine
Son you livin' on my time, don't try to overshine
Play your P, play your position
I stay with G, stay on a mission
Precisely, good, wit game, I'm nicely
Shifftee son, still shiesty
You in your eight fifty, ridin' shotgun
If you can count your money, you ain't got none
And bitches beat they game tight
Baby, get the name right, see G. comin' like a train light
And niggas be don pretending
But I'm armed and bendin', so they can get the John Lennon
Hundred dollar gator players
Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game
I'm daily thinkin' of a life gleamin'
That life we in, how to obtain and what's the meanin'
The fact that cash rules, these last days
We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules
True soldier, no matter the goal
We gettin' closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
To all my true livin' dogs and my Soho
My artistic creation, or decoration will set the nation
With Alpha Station of lyric lacin', for all occasions
Engagements and events, for big dollars and cents
Makin' niggas past tense, it's consequence
All I see around me, makes up the place
But if you don't hold down your space, you quickly get erased
Don't waste, a thought, thinkin'
I ain't gon' be bringin' the guns that grants hole
To my body, dead and stinkin'
Watch as I back draft, on the last glass, and trap crash
Catch the hash blast, when I puff the black wrath
Learn the tricks of the trade, to be self made
Those who slept, stay where they started and got played
I'm daily thinkin' of a life gleamin'
That life we in, how to obtain and what's the meanin'
The fact that cash rules, these last days
We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules
True soldier, no matter the goal
We gettin' closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
Yeah, aha, yeah
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Yo, America is under attack, yo Onyx is back
Took a team out the hood, the whole crew got phat
A lot of hate 'cause I took Hollywood on my back
Keep it cruelly, grimy, no positive rap
You can tell by the way I got out the projects
You still here, your thuggin with the best
Don't worry if I got nines I blast text
You should worry if ya got shine I snatch next
War for real you don't want war for real
If it's real make ya Timbs up step up and feel
'Cause real killas do real things, but not you
You americé nigga who wanna play nigga?
Take a stray nigga, get out ma way nigga
The ballheads back nobody worse then them
I'm a mad face nigga in a worsta grim
I'm a maceface nigga I'm n a [unverified]
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Who that, sonee, hell yeah
Bangin' Brooklyn to Brussels to bell air
Shortys poppin' their brands
Hoppin' out cars, got rappers nervous
Scared of dropping their bars
Take ya though, break you, break ya ho
Nigga ain't a greater flow
I make ya new, money better play it low
Take it slow, make the foo, keep ya face ain't a moo
I'm like mixin' liquor, I'm bound to come up on niggaz
And highjack the bank abduct ya ditches
Can't fly, got a nice plan tuck to fit ya
I'll be lost a fare kid paid bucks to bitch ya
So, no, wer stopping wer trempin' yo scene
I'm mixin', yellow with blue, I gotta get green
Either yo' with us, or not, not in between
You will show us the money when I show you the bean
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Well, it's the S T crocked I C K Y
Got ma [unverified] doin' for sticks back in B, K and Y
I'm livin' all in 5 barrels, so I'm rappin' wild
The thuggest thug in the club, who else plays high?
Been in the game for years, it made me a criminal
Your small time, ma rims is just as big as you
I've never had a 9 to 5, I had a 9 that hit people that got off there 5
From those shiny things, that cut trough glass
Don't even speak to me, this is about sex and cash
I like ma cars, girls and clothes only for ma models
I beat you between yo head with thousand dollar arms bottle
Can't even with ice, I carry to much heat
The combination always leaves somebody wetting the street
I'm start sellin' hope trough ma arms of weed
'Cause I'm broke only got three hundred gram on the bank
We back, bringing you that filth from filth
Let me stop talking before I criminate myself
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Where my wolves at? Yeah
Put your hoodies on, keep your face down low
Anything shining, take that shit
Give a fuck, we in the bar niggas, bitches, let's go
Aiyyo, set it off, let it off, get it off
Get this shit wild like thugs from up north
Fights in the crowd, the shots'll jump off
Body's on the floor, blood on the dance floor
Get stuck at the bar, get robbed at the door
Dropped off at the coat tag door, take it off
Get down, face down to the ground
Kill 'em for their doe like po from uptown
Cut your finger off, send it to your moms house
Never testify no matter how it goes down
When I bark shots you niggas'll duck down
Run up on your block, you niggas get shut down
Give it up, you don't want to try to resist
Before I hit you off, you don't wanna die for this
Un-unh, so we gon load our guns to this
Black mask, face down, motherfuckers gettin' robbed to this
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head
Shots'll spill, niggas think it's not for real
Make your body disappear like Copperfield
At the funeral's, don't waste no doctor bills
A lot of niggas ain't kickin' shit I can feel
We gettin' it down real big, that's what we doin'
Give 'em the most raw, that's what we doin'
The game don't understand, the world don't understand
These niggas is gun in hand, you die for these grand
Shot's from the magnum, killin' the gats, smack 'em
You got it back, stab ya, with your own dagger
My sons take your 6, rope you in the closet
The one's that probably even pump the cops up
We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealin'
Or peelin', some loud niggas, thugs can feel us
And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas
And my brother's locked down in the jails can feel it
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head
If I don't eat, fuck that everybody starve
Takin' your plate like it's food time in Oz
Motherfucker, I kidnap all your kids
Before I had a record deal, what you thought I did?
Last job I had I was punchin' a clock
Last nigga that I tied up was up at koch
I ain't even need a mask, I ain't bust one shot
Made 'em wire me my money right there in the spot
That's a Cartier watch, nigga take that off
That's a iced out cross, boy take that off
Know what'd happen to your daughter if I don't make that call
Better take me to the bank and get your face plucked off
Hottest nigga in the club 'cause I got the heat
So run boy, run boy, one gun box with me
So step up young'n, show me you gon do
We got big guns nigga that go boom boom boom
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Afficial......Nast......niggas!
Word up
Somethin new for you
Hear to make moves, get mines automatically
(?) rhyme master, rapidly tragedies
Guns like Butch Cassidy, nasty like Dick Dastardly
As I be gradually (distorted) like (gunshot)
Glowin, blowin, flowin, goin, fast at it like Jesse Owens
Make you throw in, the towel, I will
Do all sorts of moves through all sports
Rhymes blew all thoughts, all crews to dust, it's us
Official, Nastee, the aggy still ghastly
You triple S nigga, soft sexy and sassy
We crash, I break your cast, and yes, we get busy
I'ma do my show, get my dough, and lick titties
I'm shitty, I diarrehea on the globe
Fire flee up on your clothes
And like 'squito up on your hoe
In case you didn't know, I stay free flow
Officially, this'll be your chance to see how ill this nigga
be, go figure
[Chorus:]
For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me
For every bitch that show me love, two bitches tryin to take me
For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me
Yo, black dust, miraculous
Head rush, hoes blush, it's only us
Shit's lush, shit we lust, is plush, Lexus
My techs bust, your guns rust, to God trust
Walk the path righteous, priceless
Nigga you shine like ice crushed
You get your shit bust, no more to discuss
Nigga's jeal-e-ous, cuz bitches feel us
The wild, rebel-e-ous, hell yes
Niggas is whack, we pack dust
Official Nas niggas back us, can't fuck with us
Umm, my gun's wettin, like a open hydrant
Got you hidin, from shots firin
>From hot iron
You gotta realize, your block's dyin
Put skis on your knees and start sliding
My clock's timin, not tryin, to see us not shinin
I'm eye blindin, hearts, hearts like a lion
You're not lyin, superstar then a dine in
Your insides cryin, rip your outside in
[Chorus] (repeats)
Schemin in the back
See I'm schemin in the back
Act like you don't know, I put you in the choke hold
Rampage the logos, nigga here is loco
I still get respect if I had no dough
Sport Polo, always keep a low pro
If it's a promo, this nigga here no show
About my no low, I never drive slo-mo
Faster than Go Go, if it ain't me it's so so
Kick in your door, wavin the four four
All you hear is shots until there ain't no more
Hit you with the low blow, you can't go toe toe
I rub elbow, with niggas in cell blo', and New York City
hellhole
Still in they jail clo'
Old school niggas with Kango, and shell toe
Mix hats with Hydro, and Cocoa
How you gonna fuck with my click if you can't fuck with me solo?
Aiyyo what about the hoes? (Hoes?)
Yeah you know, the hoes
This is for the nappy hoes, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yeah, word is bond
All the hoes that wanna get scrappy, we gonna do it like this for ya
Check it one time
It's just
me and Jack, the blac vagina finda (3X)
Me and Jack, it's just me and Jack
I'm the motherfucker fuckin somebody daughter
Go downstairs, shake hands with her father
Say you need her back, no dad don't bother
Excuse me mister sir, but your daughter gets the rawest
It's not everyday you get to be a genuine witness
of the nineteen ninety-two, annual, FuckFest
So take off your bra, show your breasts and move your dress
Yo what's the matter hooker, cat got your tongue?
Or do you want my tongue to get your cat and get you strung
I got the whip appeal, plus chains and bats
And always wear hats, for flippin in the puddy cats
Once it's in there's no turnin back
Move your feet, to your head, til you hear your bone crack
When bitches get dick they don't know how to act
And once you go black, you never go back
I don't discriminate and just leave it at that
I'm just one, stinky kinky, slim not slinky
Fiddle with your clitoris then pop your pussy with my pinky
Tryin to get yours, I'm tryin to get minor
It's just me and Jack, the blac vagina finda
It's just
me and Jack, the blac vagina finda (3X)
It's just me and Jack, just me and Jack
The perverted motherfuckers is at it again (3X)
Fuckin with a skin, fuckin with a skin
Nigga's in like a singer, the slick dick pussy banger
Titty strangler, rougher than a Wrangler
Guaranteed to make em bleed they need paper satisfaction
Big butt cheeks the funky breakbeat action
Leavin the hoes, smackin the hoes, leavin em on the subway
Lost without a care but can't walk cause that ass is broken
First date, veteran, better than a nympho
Sleek to the beat cause I be fuckin on tempo
Train like a trolley, lick her like a lolli
I smoke more cheeba than motherfuckin Bob Marley
Lady persuader, big panty raider
Four times a week I get stuck on the elevator
La la, live to die
Tricked on this slick and went way past her Y
Jack B. Nimble, Jack B. Quick
He got too slick, now he got a sick dick
Cause I don't really really give a fuck
Praise the Lord, cause even nuns get stuck
Never play me like a burger, I'm never double cheesy
Easy Rider or writer, stinky never fighter
Try to get yours, cause I know I'm gonna get minor
Me and Jack, the blac vagina finda
It's just
me and Jack, the blac vagina finda (3X)
It's just me and Jack, just me and Jack
Me and Jack (4X)
Ya don't stop
and ya don't quit
We're gonna be fuckin some bitches kid...
word is bond...
[Onyx - all talking]
Official Nast'! Word is bond
Yeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boy
Word up, Official, Official, Official, Official
Word up, check me, I'm the Official, Nastee
It's like that, yeah it's like this
Son hold up, what up what up
We gonna rhyme right now, word is bond
Give it all we got, c'mon yo, c'mon.
[Fredro Starr]
A lot of things have changed since I grown up
Half my brothers got locked, half got blown UP!
From playin "two hand touch" and the games in the street
But the games ain't the same, now we playin with heat
SEE THERE'S DANGER, in my buildin, they rollin dice there
Ain't nuttin nice there, who dare with ice-stare?!
My hallway is like Rahway, to the thugs in the doorway
Peace, kid I'm out, NO DOUBT!
We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees just
tryin to stay warm, sippin? Easy? Jesus!
Problems after problem, it keeps revolvin
They got us starvin, that's why we out robbin (knahmsayin?)
There's days I can't remember like the 6th of December
I think it was September nah, maybe it was November (what?!)
This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakers
Heard from Tamika, he's gettin buried in a speaker
cause his mom's was on that *inhaling*, gettin laced
She not SMOKIN IT! She took one bad hit
Chorus: repeat 2X
Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go!
Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go!
[Sonsee]
I'm not your role model, I'll drink the whole bottle
Don't follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrow
Just look around, EVERYWHERE, it's despair
It ain't no care here, and good times is rare
or seldom last long, they always fadin
when my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah)
Just to be a statistic, it's sadistic
Too realistic, we goin this QUICK!
The other night kids got bad (Word, T-N-T ran out?)
Got them kids Bill and Ted, they called the law news spread
Last week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochet
Hit somebody's baby, and they kid may be dead
Resultin from the ill {shit}, to say the least
Livin in the ghetto... rest in peace!
[Onyx]
Yo. HEY!
cause where I'm from, the good die young
The sky is grey, we never see the sun
The ghetto life, is live and let live
on the day to day.
[Sticky Fingaz]
It all began when Shorty Rock took the law in his own hand
Sick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old man
So he did what any kid woulda done
Went into the closet, got his pop's gun
Who need enemy when you got family?
It's hard to get a job when you look like me (WORD UP!)
See people don't just rob cause they on unemployment
Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment
Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin
Folks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (NO!)
Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavin
But where you gonna go? You can't escape THE GHETTO!
You see more when you HIGH, even less when you LOW
You can't run from your own shadow
Chorus
{*scratches "my little man, shorty doo wop"*}
[Onyx] In every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4X)
Intro: Method Man
Spark that shit up
and lets fly
Oh my people
Heyyy Ohhhh
Ahhhh Hooooo
Eiiii Heyyy
Verse One: Sticky Fingaz
I'm a hoodlum
A dick in the dirt is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling crack
And learning to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad seed
Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never
Its all about the next caper
The cocaine, props and acres
For the sake ah
Snatchin the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the twilight
The news highlight
When the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its blazing
A nigga squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a runner
Then the plot thickens
On point like Rod Strickland
Clocks ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they stash
And murdering like and expert
Cover ya tracks
And conceal that dirty shit
Chorus: Method Man
This is for the gun slingers
noise bringers
this is for the crack slingers
bell ringers
this is for the bootleggers
and everyday beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we headin'
repeat 2X
Verse Three: Sonsee
Its all about the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price range
Rings and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of penicillin
amped him up
I guess thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one time
Verse Four: Method Man
Its the Blaze that be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your colon
Of course its Tical
Verbal assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some talk
While other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my ears
Got me questioning my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the what
Got no time for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your nostril
We There
Come on take another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the Grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill Niggas
Yeah
Atak of Da Bal-Hedz
"It's the beginning of a new and excitingly different story!"
"Aight listen" -> Rakim
{*needle rips across a record*}
[Big DS]
What's the matter with my BRAIIIIIIIIN?
I can't think clear, oh it's the hair
Run and get the razor, gotta make it disappear
There! Now I've got a open mind
plus some grease to give it a shine
[Fredro Starr]
Baldheads and hoodies, black jeans and boots ta
move by the millions and children stay rough
But uhh one for the road, til I get wetted
Try to riff and conflicts get deaded!
Gats in back of baseball caps, when I react
six rascalz'll have to get stacked!
[Chorus: Onyx]
It's attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
[Sonee Seeza]
Most times I get dirty, down-low, scandalous, crazy, connivin
WILD! Suckers now I'll
smoke them like the bloody buddha but, BALD HEAD STYLE
Triple zero against ya grain, I shaved it close
and nick them (WHAHH!) cause it's just another victim!
[Sticky Fingaz]
(Shhhhhh!) What? (Shhhhhhh!) What?!
(Whassup whassup!) Listen, do you hear what I hear? (YEAH)
Sounds like an intruder comin in the rear
(Aiyyo Stick, stick 'em) Nah I wanna kick 'em
[Sonee Seeza]
I've got the glock cocked, I'm wid it
Now they gonna get it!
[Big DS]
I got him, I shot him, he hit rock bottom
I flip it, get wicked, and wild when I spot him
DS knows best, yep I pack a heater
Twenty bags of cheeba, slow up you damn speeder
[F] We rush on 'em hard (Bring 'em out dead!)
[S] Onyx rush on 'em hard (Bring 'em out dead!)
[SF] Bald heads rush on 'em hard (Bring 'em out dead!)
[DS] Stinkin, what the hell was they thinkin?
[Chorus: Onyx]
The bald heads.
Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
. bald headz, ATTACK!
[Fredro Starr]
I got news now, but proves, no way no how
(So GIVE IT AWAY, GIVE IT AWAY, GIVE IT AWAY NOW!)
Smooth as a baby's ass, headed for the body blast, BUDDY
Escapin through the ghetto, pigs BLOODIED
Wilder than wolverines, run with a scheme team
Meaner than Mean Dean, obscene and head's clean
So while aware for well, there goes the big bell {*DING!*}
And that means see ya, hate to be ya!
[Sonee Seeza]
My clean beat production, so damn disgustin
In the cut, bust ya gut, and head bussin
Ain't no escapin, Da Mad Face Invasion
Hot ice and cold steel, bustin up IN YA GRILL
Word to God I get odd
And even leave a punk dread out, sliced up the scalp
Maaaan! I'll leave ya head in shreds
Attack of the bald heads, attack of the bald heads
[Sticky Fingaz]
AIYYO! What's goin on with the world?
Yesterday, seen a bald head girl
WHAT? MOVE! You heard what I said
I wouldn't be caught dead without a bald head
Make one false move and I'ma fill ya with lead
cause there's enough dum-dum bullets for ya whole bum bum-
-rush crew, who should I do?
Attack of the bald heads, WE COMIN THROUGH!
[Chorus: Onyx]
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!)
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!)
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
[Sonee Seeza]
(I GOT NEWS!) Attack of the bald heads!
The Onyx; rippin it. from '93 to the year 2000!
WORRRRRRRRRRD THE FUCK UP!
[Sticky Fingaz]
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Onyx
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Onyx
Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves
Tanktop Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time
Play the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine
Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift
You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat
My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how
My technique, rover in the robe, gold link
You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat
Rock nave's though, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley
Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock this
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious
You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss
X-1 wild out, and make you watch this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin' for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest
I draws the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' short but sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time
Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, laid out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' your set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your groin' in debt
I'm groin'' for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke, you catch a stroke
Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
Steal master grab half the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, mash your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get marked in front, in the wrong circle punk
Mack clever niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you
Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in your ass
Tryin' to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap
Yo, we be the mainstream supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends
Number one love for thugs queens schemin' on cream
My whole team love, the E-cup bras and Mobb cars
Killa Sin known for makin' niggaz reach for the stars
This terrorist, lyricist in the midst of the abyss
We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists
Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion
All the Planet Battery packs com bust and malfunction, what kid?
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
Holy shit! Who the fuck is dat?
It's John John
Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back?
I got your back cousin
I got the mack-dozen
And when them niggaz start jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause it's a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers dyin' over music
Dead on arrival
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival
Duckin' homicidal, you rivals
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gang bang
Chitty-bang-bang, chitty-chitty-bang-bang
Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the range
Aiyyo you rang for ferocious, atrocious
We got that super califragalisticexpiala dope shit
Eight ball in the corner pocket
We snatch wallets off the white collared
The Big Apple forever rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the bumba claat?
Pop shit, we do the knowledge
To shark niggaz, once bitten
Major swingers heavy hittin'
Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens
Stop bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in
The meltin' pot's boilin' hot now in Hell's Kitchen
Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers
Believe dat! My moms don't raise no suckers
I slap rappers, turn 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of mine and you'll have nine fingaz!
Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' town red
And RIP they whole crew to a shred!
I got cold blood, I pull yo' plug, I hold, bust
Show no love, I'm so bugged, shoot yo' home up
And shoot up the whole club we throw slugs
You ain't no thug!
I earned every God damn penny that I got
Son I'm rollin' shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga would what?
Try to fuckin' jack me, I'll murder you
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Onyx
[Fredro Starr]
The pussy one, who is he?
He ain't gettin busy, ah, I'm gettin pissy
I'm havin fill nigga, shout muthafuckas
Bringin 96 to freeze in December, fuck all of y'all
[Sticky Fingaz]
Punk ass niggas make me fuckin sick
And I can't take it no more, gettin tired of this shit
If ya stupid ass muthafuckas don't quit
I'm have a fit, and ya gonna flip
[Sonsee]
Hardcore galore is what I'm for
And breakin punks jaws, let me hear yea y'all (yea y'all)
I'm the kind, that's swingin ya mind
Or play it, takin KO, and plus, wit verbal hay makers
Connections, whatever I'm flexin
Ain't no question, punks, prepare for more stressin
Intro/chorus:
Let all the live niggas in
Kick all the bitch ass niggas out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out and out and out
Aiyo, the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple
But i'ma do this ripper dipple, it's your mentals is what I'm into
(for the money!) it's essential, and I got ta have it
A verb addict without an author, with the verbals, we hurt em
(who?!? )ever try to defy these guys they (fry!)
And they skillet, to all that shit you say you do (ki-kill it!)
You yappin? urkin me and back slappin
You ain't no punchtop, it's you is the cappin (guess what?!?!)
It's here and there, we're the core (the centre!)
And if tommy gets live once more, we're back on his agenda
And for y'all hopeful niggas, tryin ta be contenders
(it's a storm!) and we come down like goose coats in the winter
Chorus
Yeeeeaaaah
Ain't no slackin in my action, I put my back in
Beatin tracks in, official now cold smash and jaw tappin
(yo what happened?!?!) nuttin, just niggas bustin caps when I was rappin
Cos niggas be packin pretty brand new pistols just for fashion
Cos a fraction be actin frontin, makin jacksons off of satin
But there better be no procrastin with the axe when you're blastin
Cos when you're maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin
(so!) get the gats, forget the backs and like there's no compassion
Keep ya heat cos nowadays these streets is cold as the alaskan
Plus my brain sparks and, my hat in staten stay phattin
Chorus
Give me the shotty, let me liven up the party
I like to start trouble, cos i'ma little rowdy
And with just three mc's that like to fight
Even when we start the shit we always end it right
So for alla y'all, frontin's bad for ya health
Cos in the '9-fever, army goin for self
Kids is true for a cause and it's these f**ked up conditions that
We all hate, well f**k it if it's our fate
Just listen up, to what I say
Cos niggas get shot daily, everyday
Even my man got killed, now his family's mournin
But from all the dirt he did I know that, hell is callin
Went to his wake and shit got held up
By niggas with masks on their face, I couldn't escape, I was f**ked
They said "everybody in here, up against the wall
That dead nigga owe me money so I'm collectin from y'all"
The people gave him struggle, five minutes went fast
When I said "i ain't givin y'all niggas shit, i'ma just have to get
Plastered"
>from the centre of my life, a full-fleshed thief and I'm the truth
That's why we always have proof
Chorus
Yeah we do it like this and we do it like that
Who's in regulation? watch your back and pack a gat
Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in your sheet
Cos goin out is what it's all about
Onyx! live!
Onyx! live!
[Female]
Aiyo, what the fuck? Y'all thought this was a game?
Y'all better "back the fuck up/bacdafucup"
Onyx is coming through
They the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged out
grimey, go hard, gully, get your ass beat on and off stage shit
Nigga what?
[Chorus: Sticky]
It's the O-N-Y-X
Where my niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set
Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
That's right it's the O-N-Y-X
Where my niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set
Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
[Fredro]
You wanna bang nigga bang, fucking bang your set
Wanna play gun rap, I'll arrange ya death
My tech disconnect
Arms, legs, necks from chest
Shots split you
Rip through tissue
Raps most dangerous, ravenous
I'll leave the booth covered with remains of shit
Put the four-five blitz on the dot six range
Ice your frame and hang ya banger by his chain
This is Crip talk, Blood New York
Blow ya brains in your hand, nigga hold that thought
From outta the dark
Niggas get money from gat dealin'
Dead rappers body get found in back of buildings
We started this shit
We the heart of this shit
Onyx motherfucker, hard as it get
We at war so wha-what
Get your arms up
Nigga front, get your whole projects barked up
Chorus
[Sticky]
I got a million niggas, cockin nines
You don't know us kid, you better hide your shine
And if you see a nigga with jewels on his neck
Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up
Back on the scene, gun with the beam
All you see is white, turn you red for the green
Niggas better move, Onyx coming through
Every track I'm on I turn black and blue
I can't, come from the head, I come from the heart
I shit hip-hop, nigga wipe my ass with the source
Ain't no nigga dead or alive fuckin with this
Need a second opinion? Ask your bitch
Walk through NYC to CPT
We 'bout blow up again like WTC
I changed the Benz sign to a crucifix
Onyx pull up with three 6's like six, six, six
Chorus
[Sonsee]
BLAOW! Techs up cause we bust rowd'
Shoot through your door
Watch bodies lift off the floor
Runnin' up the steps with a 100 shots gunnin'
Murder scene left so gross you can't stomach
My team built strong like steal bars in prison
twenty five to life, my brothers in hell biddin'
We bang on the charts, send flames to the top
Niggas move on your spot, take blocks
Bang to this
I blaze shit like an arsonist
It sprays the mist, to stack up your carcasses
What bitch nigga you get blast apart
Reppin O-P-M, till the casket drop
Who'da thought we'd need ya? (Who'da thought we'd need ya?)
Back there where we need ya? (Back there where we need ya?)
Yeah we tease him a lot, cause we got him on the spot
Welcome back. welcome back, welcome back, welcome back'.
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo we back in the e-say
The game is over, it's a rap
It's a ree-zay, straight like dat
It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map
Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats
See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that
But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at
So "Bacdafucup," comin' through, comin through, get ya "SLAM" on
Y'all the hardest niggas in rap, ya dead-wrong
Y'all the niggas sittin on 20's with no gas money
Y'all niggas think you shinin' like Puff, who got money?
Like you really pop shots in the club
You only pop bottles of bub'
Y'all ain't got no real street love
To the death, to the ghetto, my kids with heavy metal
On the everyday hustle, never ready to settle, uh
Back together, with the; classic terror
Onyx; back forever, bustin', gats together, WHAT!
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Sonsee]
Bigger than the streets' anthems, you stealin' the flow
Rappin' other people's money and we takin' ya dough
My killas the grimiest, we keep it the gulliest
We leave you the bloodiest, cause we be the hungriest
Hear that? Hunger pains
That's the things that'll numb your brain, run ya change
It's not a threat, it's a promise
I even got my St. Louis niggas slammin' haters offa Onyx
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Sticky Fingaz]
You wanna know the truth? Take a look in my eye
I'm like B.I.G.'s first album, I'm "Ready to Die"
It's Sticky Fingaz, if you didn't already know who I am
The minute I reached out and touched the whole hood with no hands
Cause in the streets I live through it, it's more than music
Whatever I'm spittin' on, I put my life into it
Got a reputation on the streets of keepin' it rough
There's just too many of us, you get rushed, you get bust - what!
Big trucks, chrome rims spinnin'
The mad faced niggas got money so now we grinnin'
Pull your sticks out, we the group you listen to, kid!
Niggas told me my music helped em' through they bid
I'm the voice of the ghetto, the heart of New York
A fiend will give his last hit, just to hear me talk
Niggas paid for their mistakes, death is the price
That's right motherfucka, Onyx for life!
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
*chorus*
Judgment night, got gun got badge
Judgment night, huh!
Judgment night, in the echo of a gunblast
Judgment night!!!
Over here, and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees I'm coolin in your freezer
(he's a breezer) I hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack, and I make shit get wild
Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop ceasar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain, like a tweezer
The sinister thief, shaded to six feet deep
For the misdemeanor, offender, the backbender (uh)
Corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender (yeah)
Never perpetratin, so ain't no lurkin in the dark
I'm lurkin near the workin niggaz heart
Used to be a gambler, when I was a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her
Who's this here, state my facts, and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining, studies
In the light right now while we wreak fuckin havoc!
*chorus*
Come inside with his highness, the illinest
Killin em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum
Look to the winter's ugliness, ruggedness
Under the rug, front to this, money strikes confidence
Chopped in the days and the blazin smell
Then the realm of a seance, I blackloose, guns!
Comin to the project, walls with aks
We're talkin days, word, that you sun
You really want some next shit, some blood on the exit?
Onyx!!! watch me wreck shit as they exit
But yo I keep em hollerin, screamin out for mercy
Minds of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality
So blast it as I hit your head you're dead not disbelievin
Got the toxic rock, to bring a nigga biohazard!
*chorus*
Yo!!! gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard!
(what the evil nastee access? ) mad shit to burn the acids!
(so ashes to ashes) raps with the ghetto gats!
(and i'm, doin niggaz ruin em showin em my razzamatazz
Mainly a devil rebel, foul) niggaz know we fuckin wild!
(I'm wild!) I'm wild (he's wild) so we's wild!
(capture the rapture!) come blackness after!
[sticky fingaz]
I swear to fuckin God I raise hell and make the white man call me master
I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor
So fuck the radio and close your ears but read my lips I rips
And if you eat my words I'll leave your strung like umm (umm, ummmhh!!)
It was on the tip of my tongue!
But now it's stuck in between my throat
I can't breath so I lick it
Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin a black dick
And if it takes the death of me, to make history
The whole world will remember my misery
I know what I'm tryin to say my words get in the way
They render me speechless, ohh black jesus I'm cryin inside
Couldn't give a fuck if I live or die
Cause I'm just a slave who's brave (uh-huh)
But fuck pickin cotton, I'd rather see my grave, so i
Meditated, before I was created
And if you prefer sorrow, made me reincarnated
Now I'm back rulin mc's but pussy niggaz increase
Well then it's just another nigga that, gotta get greased
So if you wanna talk shit, in order to avoid a fight
Say what the fuck you wanna say, just spell my name right
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh..... mother-fucker!
Seem like the only thoughts would be negative
But shit, I'd never give, I need a sedative
I'mma forever live, the one and only, murderer
Defeat, I never heard of that
Push ya head, throw the back, gettin' that, word to gat
The most coatable, a number two of niggas
When there's a show to do
You know the true, Official Nast niggas
I blow a hole in you
I'm selli'n tracks not cracks, you buyin' or what?
'Cuz I be in your crib right now, tyin' you up
Corams jack ya house, put the gat to your spouse mouth
And clean the place, kill the kids, do they see my face?
It's the cream I taste, he thinkin' my way, be the race
We the mischief who raise the most hell
Onyx in the Bible, Genesis 2, verse 12 and that's the life, that I lead
Niggas walk around town like they can't bleed
So take that, where your heart is at
So take that, yeah, what
Onyx
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Yeah, yeah yeah make way for the wild child
Stop screamin', you're fiendin'
Play that, say that, dip dive socialize
Uncivilized guys rise up
And pop wasn't ready the way they say this 'cause we hate it
Back up, back off, lick shot for that tree spot
Onyx is the antidote for all your problems
Damn! Don't it feel good
Yo, I know you love to hate it, but you cannot explain
Why you keep puttin' Mad Face in your veins
Oooh, yeah, there, I got it
Afficial Nastee psychotic, spies got spotted
So travel through the mind of a maniac automatic
You panic get deaded, a nigga on the planet
Feel the black stone, hit the do', roamin' the [Incomprehensible]
Fills and skills to put chills in ya backbone
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
1 to the 9 to the 9 to the 3, solid as a rock
So back up off the block, blow up the spot
So left, right, left, right take it to the center, and enter
The black reign domain, a plain you never been to
And you know what this is, what, face down on the floor
Give me it all, I got they back against the wall
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Don't be afraid, you'll only lose your life that way
I'm an endangered species, surprised to live to see today
But if you're readin' between the enemy line you'll find I'm insane
Too much strain on the brain, capable to pop a vein
So I'ma do it, do it, do it, do it, do it like this
The Onyx is here, so back up or get dissed
And if you put me to the test, I'll lay you to rest
Bring it right to his chest, put it straight through his vest
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
Move back the Onyx is here
Back up, back up the Onyx is here
You my wife with no papers
My gangsta bitch
The first time I got caught
You to shank the bitch
Ain't scared to get down
She'll bust off rounds
Smoke a Newport
Cut me half, bust me down
Catch me looking at anotha chick
She curse me out
Dead serious
But at times she act silly
Jump out the truck at the light
To get the dutch
Rolling it up
Chasing down ice cream trucks
I waited half an hour for your hair to get braided
She leaving dirty messages on three way pagers
Thought her how to roll cello and spit razors
She hit triple six first time out in Vegas
She never got shook when the Feds
Knocked down the door
She hid the coke
A scared chic would of flushed it raw
And we could live it up
Eat lobster and shrimp
Or get grimy with a
Quarter bag of potato chips
'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta
I need a down chic
That wouldn't mind loading the clip
And that wouldn't blow her mind
If I showed her a brick
In and outta the grind
With a focus for chips
Blowing for one time
With her controlling the weep
Re-up for me
And make sure she double the flip
She a sophisticated thug bitch
That move her hips
She catch you for your setup
When you move ya shit
But most of the time she throw
The cold shoulders to guys
Smoke in the ride
Hooded low
Over her eyes
She know she a dime
Baby nine strapped to her thighs
Gotta be live
Help me count doe in a five
And when I'm gone for weeks on them O.T. moves
She don't trip
She's a gangsta
She knows the rules
Giving me hell
That's not something I am hoping to loose
And God forbid, I slip up and land in jail
My murda mommy put the house up
To make the bail
(Come on)
'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta
Behind a real nigga
Is a real bitch
They lied to me
See my bitch
She walk right beside of me
I been in situations
Seen her ride for me
She lick my gun wounds
Even did my time with me
Ain't nothing she can't have
I get that girl everything
Tatoo our names on our fingers for wedding rings
Are you that chic?
Do you rep sticky?
We split it down the middle everything
Forty, sixty
Are you that chic for rich
Or poor?
The only one I eat out
The only one I hit raw
Keep you covered in ice
'Til you start shiverin'
Baby phat Gucci
Thugged out in pink timberlands
Me and her, we like Bonnie and Clyde
I hold the heat and the money and
She drive the ride
She make other bitches mad
'Cuz she more bitch
Than they ever been
It's the beautiful, intelligent
Talented, trama, heroin
'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta
Count bills with me
You'll kill for me
When the blood shed tears
You still with me
'Cuz you real with me
Smoke five with me
Look the judge in the eye
[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001
The day the World Trade Center blows up
Shit is real, son
Shit hit home, kid, word up
Hope you can feel this
[Chorus]
Hope you can feel me
(Hope you can feel me)
So much pain insii-ii-iide
Hope you can hear me
I'm crying through my heart
[Fredro Starr]
When I first heard the track it made me cry
Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even know why
My life ain't nothing but anger and pain
Tatoos on the back of my arm should explain
Blood, sweat and tears, ten years in the game
So many times all alone with the gat to my brain
It's me against the world nigga, I feel the same
I'm "Ready to Die" too Big, I feel the same
I'm America's nightmare - young, black and rich
Man, I'm paranoid, make me wanna clap my bitch
A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip
Asking God "Shit, where we going after this?"
I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop
Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot
My wars, my words, the only thing that I got
And I live by the gun and I die by the glock
16 shots, fuck that I'm takin them all
I'd rather die on my feet then live and crawl
My gun got powers like the 48 Lords
The "Ghetto Superstar" die see my face on the wall, and don't forget me
[Chorus]
[Sonsee]
Growing up in Brooklyn, times was rough cuz...
Poor as we was it couldn't get no tougher
On my ave. most of us was not blood
But as kids we shared that block love
But that faded, when my brother's got arrested
They thugged on the block to hard, we was ejected
To the creator - was it you that made moms pick Queens?
So her baby son could race the world, when he created things?
Why her elders always heard the sounds of sirens?
Plus they ignored the divine guidance
Why was the time I was born 9/16?
Turn it upside down it's the same thing
Why do I have a M-16, and the 9?
Will I have to go out, blazing one at a time?
When you took moms baby carriage, in the early stage
Was he too ill for this world, and you made a mistake?
Did he come back ask me, to do something great?
To keep the fam strong and straight, help my brother's escape?
And have baby sis and us, living on an estate
Do it big, or die trying - is that my fate?
[Chorus]
[Sticky Fingaz]
Who really cares, what the world think about me?
If I die right now, is you coming with me?
When I'm broke, who the hell got money for me?
Can't even trust half the team running with me
I only know three people that'd kill for me
Break the sixth commandment, make blood spill for me
Life and death - the only thing that's real for me
Cuz I was born into the world with a guilty plea
Now shit hit the fan, is you ridin with me?
When the whole world watching, all eyes on me
Swear on a stack of Bibles, testify for me
Look the judge dead in the face and lie for me
If I go to prison, who gon do my time for me?
Start the revolution, get the chair, fry with me
Go out in a blaze of glory, guns to the sky with me
I'm all alone in this world, all I got is me
[Chorus 3x]
Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens
That's right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up
Ya heard? Let's do this right, what? Yo
Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they face
Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side
See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked
But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth
'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them drops
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those papes
Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist
Project chick, dippin' whips, cruisin' the strip
Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she strip
Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the jun's
All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I guess not
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face
Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred
Shoot outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from cops
Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats
Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy
Hold up
South suicide Queens, enjoy
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips
WYLIN out with Bloods and Crips, on some shit
Leavin' you ripped is totally sick
I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips
You on a curious a trip way out of your whack
Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?
Holdin' my aim, with ways of wreck
Never know what to expect, respect a hole in you chest
My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps
The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you
Off the top, make money off of rocks
On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops
Whose the next street star? Kid, you'd love to be next
But it's X-1, kid, in the Luxury Lex
Wit' a ghetto type style
Heat for beef that we can settle right now, street niggaz
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed, smoke to the roach
Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap
Bust four guns off the roof, trick over proof
Roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night
Everyday niggaz gamblin', pumpin' drugs scramblin'
My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in
Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff a eight
Suffocate, jail nigga liftin' weight, fuck the Jake
We break laws, snuffin' motherfuckers breakin' jaws
Robbin' liquor stores, rubbin' ghetto niggaz dirty drawers
Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass
Fuck work, nigga take cash, with the quick facts
Open cases with razors, they open faces
Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers
Chrome rims and loud systems
So what the light you make the white people listen
You five days out the prison, we
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act
Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that
We back, we at the place, contact react
Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats
For violation of fun, whichever come first
Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge
In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early
Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours
Up in the Expo, E Baur
For beef, the heat, the vowel, caught up in them street showers
Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks
The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick
Street niggaz regulatin', doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips
High speed car chases, the inner belly beast dwellin'
Born and raised, extortin' for days
Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the niggaz that call the shots
I'm a street nigga; fuck wit me get shot in the brains
They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?
This is not a game, kid I know my math
I walk around with my pants hangin' off my ass
I don't give a fuck, the nigga here's too rugged
I pull out my dick and take a piss in public
Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do
Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew
Police in the rear view, always runnin' my plates
I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist
Off safety cocked with one in the head
You, first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped with one in the head
I got no respect for life, my mom's on drugs
You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit nuttin' but thugs
I'm so trife, hope I can live another night
And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life, 'cuz I'm a
Street niggaz
Gettin' high all the time
Street niggaz
Fuck beef and draw the nine
Street niggaz
Always yellin', "Fuck the cops"
Street niggaz
We, the nigga that call the shots
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