[Sonsee] Cause right now you're gonna vibe, money Know what I'm sayin? Little somethin', Zoo York style we just vibin' Smoke mad L's, wide open, we gone vibe. No doubt
[Verse One] [Sticky Fingaz] I ain't never had so many def threats in one year But talk is cheap and it's comin' out my other ear Cause as sure as there's devil in Hell I'm still here to go first But not least from the east or (Prepare!) Cause that's the last straw 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 The number one with a bullet or in the bullet Billboard category And I got ESP, you're barkin up the wrong tree But I'm not crazy don't flatter me Or I'll get arrested for assault and battery And I can't stand cops, goddamn don't they annoy you? I need to blow off some steam let's have a battle royal With all 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 gonna 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 dare!) Nah, but all the non-fiction niggas is you in here?
[Chorus] Most def most def Are gonna ball 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 If you sleep you get beat Most def-innate True indeed No quest most def
[Verse Two] [Fredro Starr] Fredro Starr I'm mad as hell I bust a nigga ass a nigga fuckin' will swell I fuck him up good, just to smoke a L (Come on) Make my day (Come on) Take me away And yo bullshit, we about to steal shit, while niggas kill shit So excuse me, I light that, spark the bless to bite back Strength in you to pull me out down to the bristle plus the marrow Now you're fuckin' lookin through the barrel (Boom!) George the Animal get Caspner'd annual You need to read the official nasty annual Probably check charlie bouncin' checks on your checkers Black vagina's sex is set to set to shit Bitch ass for breakfast While you east with us bust the ? Official ass niggas, mad man out
(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 shhh Most def most def Does our shit stay fresh? Most def most def Do we smoke stress? (A fight breaks out)
[Sonsee] You've got one two three emcees That rip mad high degrees And decease these G Notes, I'ma drop the boat that make emcees croak Murder one wrote that's all you talk about rhymes he tried to quote Hope he don't resuscitate Tryin to reproduplicate, the great, one Sonny rappers, I'm gonna annihilate (The jig is up) I'm getting up my weight and loot to take And none of my victims will recuperate I got too much getaway style to be seen on any trial On a drift to keep your heart up on a penile, nigga If a punk sorry excuse of an emcee Step to sonny, it's R.I.Pieces Believe it's the heaters, the one it's Sonny Sees the paper I got to get it I'm addicted *Echoes* Rappin at sets I'm pickin pockets the way to your god damn ankles Get me that lack green stink shit (Thank you) Smellin those crispy mills give me chill in my soul Before I know, I'm out of control Give me a joint to hold and watch and learn asshole Lights camera action where's a L, roll em That's a roll em, I'll go solo, squads I hold 'em up I can't give a fuck at times when I struck no luck But if I ever got jammed for a scheme, I'ma scram I'm goin out like O.J. but I'ma stayin' on the lam *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) Most def most def def def def
[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
[talking] Yeah nigga... haha yeah (South Suicide Queens) That's right... uh uh, Q.U. nigga (yea yea) Shit like that, knowhamsayin put these drinks up yaheard? - let's do this right, what yo
[Fredro Starr] 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
[Hook: Havoc] - 2X 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 cra-zay!
[Sonsee] 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, 52 shots I'm takin ya block nigga, if you like it or not You either roll or get rushed (blaow bloaw!) I guess not
[Hook: Havoc] - 2X
[Sticky Fingaz] Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin them spots For all my gun-cock niggaz 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
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?
[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!
[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!
[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!
[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
[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 !
[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!
[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!)
[Intro: Sticky Fingaz] 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!
[Fredro Starr] 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
[Chorus 2x] 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
[Sonsee] 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 (Hot one's!) The one's that probably even pump the cops up We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealing Or peeling, 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
[Chorus]
[Sticky Fingaz] 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 punching 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 Coneay 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!"
One time One time...thats it yeeeaaahhh this the Onyx shit know what I'm sayin coming out the mother fucking crevices coming out the fucking cracks like snakes boy word to mother All my niggas in Queens and ya dont stop All my niggas in Brooklyn and ya dont stop All my niggas in Uptown and ya dont stop All my niggas in the boogiewoogie and ya wont stop we gonna set this shit New York style
Verse 1:
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 seirous as a 45 the damn streets are eager to take more lives fuck it, its my home-hate it or appreciate it its the tour 8 million story orientated designated and made for the real renegade so I never been afraid to start car-they get paid
[chorus] 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
Verse 2:
I'ma stay on my job cause thats my adventure I was bred to be a big gainer who cant 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 NewYork niggaz was pulling your shit- your shit wsn'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 thats cause the fire burns are deep most of us are peeps-ture NewYork 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) gimme everthing right now
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
[Sticky Fingaz] Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even (7X)
Verse One: Fredro Starr
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! {*DJ cuts and scratches "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 Now..
[Sticky Fingaz] Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even (4X)
Verse Two: Sonsee
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 ?? 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 Look at it go, where it shoulda fuckin been SINCE THE DARK AGES!!!
[Sticky Fingaz] Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even (8X)
Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz
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! {*clapping*} 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 wont 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!!!!!
[Sticky Fingaz] Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even (8X)
[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
[Fredro Starr] You my wife with no papers, my gangsta bitch First time I got caught you tried to shank a bitch You scared to get down, she a bust all rounds Smoke a Newport, cut me half, bust me down Catch me lookin at another chick she curse me out Dead serious, but at times she act silly Jump out the truck at the light to get the philly Rolling it up, chasing down the ice cream truck I waited half-an-hour for your hair to get braided She leaving dirty messages on 3-way pagers Told her how to roll, she low and spit razors She hit triple six first time out in Vegas Never got shook, when feds knocked down the door She hid the coke, a scared chick would've flushed it all And we can live it up, eat lots of shrimp Or get grimey with a quarter bag of potato chips
[Chorus: Platinum Plus] Cause she's straight gangstaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa Gangstaaaaa Cause she's straight gangstaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa Gangstaaaaa
[Sonsee] I need a down chick that wouldn't mind loading my clips And wouldn't blow her mind if I showed her a brick In and out of the grind with the focus of chips Blowing one time with her controlling the whip Wait up for me and make sure she doubled the flip She a sophisticated thug bitch that move her hips She catch you for her set up you when you move your shit Or most of the time, she throw the cold shoulder to guys Smoke in the ride, hoodie low over her eyes She know she a dime, baby nine shot to her thighs Gotta be live, help me count doe in the five And when I'm gone for weeks, turn them OT moves She don't trip, she's the gangsta she knows the rules Giving me hell is not hard, it's something to lose God for bid I slip up and land in jail My murder mami put the house up to make the bail
[Chorus]
[Sticky Fingaz] Behind a real nigga there's a real bitch, she lied to me See, my bitch walked right beside of me I've been in situations and seen her ride for me She licked my gun wounds, even did my time with me Ain't nothing she can't have, I gave that girl ery'thing Tatooed her name on fingers for wedding rings Are you that chick, do you rep Sticky? We split it down the middle, everything 40-60 Are you that chick for rich or poor? The only one I eat out the only one I hit raw Keep you, covered in ice til you start shivering The Baby Phat Gucched up out with pink Timbalands Me and her, we like Bonnie and Clyde I hold the heat and the money, she drive the ride She make other bitch's mad cause she more bitch than they ever been It's beautiful and intelligent, talented, droppin heroin
[Chorus]
[Outro: Platinum Plus] She build with me, she kill for me With blood, shed tears, you still with me She real with me, smoke fry with me Look the judge in the eye, straight lie for me Count bills with me, you'll kill for me With the blood, shed tears, she still with me Cause she build with me, she kill for me Look the judge in the eye, straight lie for me
[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
(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 Cuz goin out, iz what it's all about
Onyxxx....... They tried to poison the fetus We gonna check it out like this All hell the high exalted yo 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 Please somebody kill me before I put two in my own head...
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 Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
[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 And witness how the warn indication, so it's the Indian conversation
Nigga you heartless You ain't heartless You don't 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 it's 3 in the a.m. I'm walking and he in a bm Drop top 3-he don't 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 ain't have a pot to piss in (so listen) keep a gun, even if it's 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...
