ONYX - ALL WE GOT IZ US (Evil Streets) + OFFICIAL LYRICS

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MP3 Download: http://r3d.be/onyx-all-we-got-iz-us.mp3 Artist - Onyx Title - ALL WE GOT IZ US (Evil Streets) Album - All We Got Iz Us (1995) All We Got Iz Us Fredro: Nigga ya heartless, you aint heartless, you dont want no part in this You aint got it in ya, Im 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 Couldnt hold ya 9 straight when you was bustin your whole clip and hit nothin Ya whole block got hot up, only two niggas got up Came down fast, caught the cash and the product Caught you pants down with ya clothes off A nigga never knows, a nigga never doze off Sonsee: Ya got ya rhymes niggas? Bring em, we stomp that Its concrete combat where Im at A crime covered city, wheres no time for pity We comin from the village of the unprivileged Blood soaked bills through murder actions, transactions all illegal I smell the cheeb like a beagle Evil stalks and lurks, dominate and do works in my dwellin Niggaz spillin shells and compellin to bust melons, We just fugitives and felons so aint no tellin Chrous (Panama P.I.): These evil streets is rough Aint no one we can trust Either roll with the rush or get rushed Cause all we got iz us These evil streets is rough Aint no one we can trust Either roll with the rush or get rushed Cause all we got iz us These evil streets Sticky Fingaz: I see the world through the eyes of a nigga on a brink Drugs got my brain fried makin it hard to think And Im trapped in these evil streets Drivin some scuffed up ran down beat up ass Timbs Some kid pulls up with chrome dipped Bugatti rims Now Im thinkin its three in the A.M. , Im walkin, he in a B.M. drop top 3 And dont even see me, but you believe he saw my gun in 3-d Ten blocks later Im tryin to work the CD Spotted fifty, dipped on the B.Q.E. Cause aint no way the pigs is baggin me Next up is Sonsee, we Afficial Nastee. Sonsee: For niggaz that force the issue, my manll toss the pistol And of course I hit you, let that loss be with you The more Ls the higher, streets of fire Make ice hearts in men for a worldly desire Its the black attack born on the corner Nigga grew up fast to get that loot up, ready to shoot up And he do anything to achieve it Ya better believe it Run with a band of thieves who retrieves the goods Stackin stacks and push a nigga shit back like they should While we was gone some shit done developed Now parlay, sit back and watch Armee swell up Yeah, punk niggaz Panama P.I.: As we move through these evil streets As we move through these evil streets As we move through these evil streets As we move through these evil streets Sticky Fingaz: Only nigga that could kill me is the nigga in the mirror And when I cuff a mic it make my fightin words clearer Im naked without a gun, its like something is missin 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 be in deep shit We mold on niggaz like bacteria grows Foes be lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose Fredro: Nigga, we kill niggaz for Polo and Hilfigers Its all for real ill niggaz with steel triggers Aint nothin over here pumpin soft, shit be jumpin off On the reg Dont beat me in the head with that, go ahead with that I think back, me and my mans brother, we robbed somebody grandmother Pulled out, the bitch ran for cover Keep niggaz guessin with a face without expression For niggaz stressin, I leave a lifetime impression It shines like fluorescents when the flame comes out Its all about what you got when ya game runs out, shit is hot You can get burned with heat, we take turns to sleep, you better learn the street knowledge Damn, you can get shot for five dollars Its live wires with no signs of survivors Chorus (Panama P.I.): These evil streets is rough Aint no one we can trust Either roll with the rush or get rushed Cause all we got iz us These evil streets is rough Aint no one we can trust Either roll with the rush or get rushed Cause all we got iz us These evil streets Thanks to Paul