Fredro Starr

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)

Verse 1:

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...

It's the beginning of a new
and excitingly different story!
Aight listen
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
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!
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!
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!
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
I've got the glock cocked, I'm wid it
Now they gonna get it!!
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
We rush on 'em hard Bring 'em out dead!
Onyx rush on 'em hard Bring 'em out dead!
Bald heads rush on 'em hard
Bring 'em out dead!
Stinkin, what the hell was they thinkin?
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!
- 간 주 중 -
bald headz, ATTACK!
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
And that means see ya, hate to be ya!
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
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!
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!
I GOT NEWS! Attack of the bald heads!
The Onyx; rippin it.. from '93 to the year 2000!
WORRRRRRRRRRD THE FUCK UP!!
Cut ya hair we still never STOP!!!

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
Move back mothefuckers - the ONYX is here

[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

Chorus x3

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...

[immigrant bootlegger] Onyx tape,3.99 my friend, come
buy from me, no no ... [ buck shots]

[ onyx ] Bichas bootlega mothafucka sellin my tape,
you'll get shot

Bichas bootlega mothafucka sellin my tape,
you'll get shot

Bichas bootlega mothafucka sellin my tape,
you'll get shot

Bichas bootlega mothafucka sellin my tape,
you'll get shot.

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!
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! 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!
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!
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
Ain't nuthin' worse than a bitch ass nigga!
Ain't nuthin' worse than a bitch ass nigga!
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!
That's the WORD up, you get HURT up!!!

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
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
er, 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
It's just me and Jack, just me and Jack
The perverted motherfuckers is at it again
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
It's just me and Jack, just me and Jack
Me and Jack
Ya don't stop
and ya don't quit
We're gonna be fuckin some bitches kid
word is bond...
word, to the hoes, with the fat pussies, cunts

Official......Nas......niggas!
Word up
Somethin new for you

[X-1]
Hear to make moves, get mines automatically
Emphatically, 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

[Fredro Starr]
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

[Sonsee]
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

[Sticky Fingaz]
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?
Checkmate, no go

- Bring `Em Out Dead by Onyx -


[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!"

[Chorus 4x]

[Chorus]
To all you rappers out there
With money and fame
Rockin a foreign car
Everything brand name
Broke Willies with no money
Keep runnin yo game
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains

[Fredro Starr]
we ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' up
hundred G's a show, price low enough
ghetto struck, layin in the cut
with the metal mack 11, what
no cup, sippin amaretto 7-up
the wet life, shit is liquid
my wife trippin' my whole clique got shit to whip it
last switchin
Benz to Benz skippin, superstar hittin
your whole world is ice rippin, you like sniffin
you like shittin, tricks trickin, rolly with the 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 hevily ill from Beverly Hills
I paid 20 g's
damn son it better be real
We holdin your deals, its 70 mils
eaten meals of Beverly pills
Now watch how the bubbly spills

[Chorus] (2x)

[Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]

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,
im not worried bout no price, i wear the same clothes TWICE!
fuck the PO-LICE!
Its hydro stuff L's, six plus sells
stones heavy on the scales themselves, X-L
strait G's, moneys and properties
black F-G 15's, weightin trees and OC's
We old g's always O.T.-in on a low-key
spit more game than goldie, your bitch chose 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 waist
whos Benz I hit two twins in a blue Ventz
and we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals
cause white-collar crimes equal dolla' dolla' sign!

[Chorus]

[Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]

yo we 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 niggas flippin more then halfs
livin it up, takin all the cash, GIVIN IT UP!
we set it up, on a low tilt 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 strippers dancin in the mansion
word up, that's how we operate
uncut n raw
the players copping, fake cokies stepped on twice
put your money on the street niggas under the lihgt
and hold your money tight
kids to die, raze em up, and roll 'em twice
even rich nigga ass better so trife
we'll gamble mo off yo life
true i couldn't see well
flip my p12, rover key to the e-mail
wish a hundred tell, g'd out, I walk the hog, I beat jail
yall gotta each tell, 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 a show, here we're out kid
(word up word up)

[Chorus] (2x)

[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

Yo

Chorus: Onyx

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

Verse One: X-1

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

Verse Two: Sonsee

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

Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Sticky Fingaz

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

[Sticky switches back to panicked voice]
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*

[Sticky narrates as a ghost]
I left behind a widow and a bastard kid
The streets was tryin to kill me, and it did

Verse Four/Modified Chorus: Fredro Starr

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

Motherfuckers!

{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 ( 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)
(Fuck you bitch!)

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the stars and them
Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them
Firestar move deep like the mob and them
America mafia dot com and them
(Yo, dat be dem)
The wild life, livin it up
You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up
(Yo, dat be dem)
Late nights, I-95
Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side
(Yo, dat be dem)
Shots howl, rollin wit kings
Thirty ninth street, B.D.'s bringin me greed
(Yo, dat be dem)
Goin uptown, coppin a war
Real shit, Dominicans wit they glocks at the door
Word up

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them
Before I get locked, I'mma bust shots at them
Broke bitches never trustin them, or lustin them
Pushin the back pocks so I can bust in them
(But, dat be dem)
After-party, sexin wit chicks
Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch
(But, dat be dem)
Dice games 4,5,6
Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4/5 bricks
(But, dat be dem)
The bartender hold me a gat
Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back
(But, dat be dem)
Riker's Island, H.T.M
On the visit niggas, bringin weed taped to they
Timbs
Word up

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Wild life, killa Queens, ya runs wit them
My dirty Brooklyn niggas, get one's wit them
Ferrari drop behind the Rover, that's my dunns and them
Rob who? what my niggas keep guns on them
(Dat be dem) X-5, GBM
Signal lights in the mirror, bitches next to them
(Dat be dem)
Glassware, cookin up drugs
In the club lost, lookin for love
(Dat be dem)
A hundred fans, chasin them down
Bitch niggas in the projects, hatin 'em now
(Dat be dem)
Takin holes, a coke and ya grow
Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron for clap
Ya niggas never fired a gat
Never took it the streets, and supplied it wit packs
I had feds in my house, trynna wire my cat
In the wall, little cameras hidin in cracks
Niggas talk about drug money, what cats you flip
On the trains tellin bitches that you crashed ya whip
You never seen cop killers wit the plastic grips
Turn beef to some funky closed casket shit
Blast a fifth, 16 shots, niggas ran 16 blocks
16 niggas drop, ya niggas never seein the plot
Never put greens on top, never put fiends on lock
My elite niggas scream on cops, hustle dope
Roll up, puff up smoke, parolin decode
Standin on them corners wit them guns in they coats
Had them same little muthafuckas under ya bed
Gun to ya head, wake up, wanted ya dead
End of the night, take ya light, I'm gettin ya back
I'm twistin you back, cuz what ya niggas spittin on tracks'll
Get you 16 or 8, gun cap, leave it at that
Cuz ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap

[Chorus 2X]
See, I'm what defines the streets
The one that bitches dyin to meet
The one ya thugs tryin to be
Since I started, I can't count how many sound like me
But can't none of ya niggas get down like me
Can't none of ya niggas get down like me
Can't none of ya niggas get down like me

[Fredro Starr]
Fuck this rap shit, fuck the rhyme of the year
I'm about to get away wit the crime of the year
Bought a black dress that's for ya momma to wear
Got bitch niggas run when the drama appear
Streets ain't safe, six shots, tear ya face
Fuck the jake, get caught, clear the case
My ups

[Intro]
Yo FUCK THAT word up man! (Word to mother yo)
Who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)
Fuck that, who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)

[Fredro Starr]
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 MC's, 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


[Sticky Fingaz]
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
{*CLICK*} Ha hah! 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 detect's
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!

[Sonsee]
You takin a RIDE, in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, leave you Los(t) 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, BUCKWILD!
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!

[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]

Hope you can feel me...

[Fredro Starr]

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!


[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

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!)


[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}]

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?!!)


[Sticky Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

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....)


[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}]

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!)


[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

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?!!

[Fredro & Sticky Fingaz]

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!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)

[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]
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 to fade]

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

[Fredro Starr]
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: Mr. Cheeks (repeat 2X)

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

[Sonsee]
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?

[Chorus] X 4

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
s; 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 ?? stuffin
Bloody, bloody, bloody, blood clot, ?? on your knot
Left kids in the stack with the big hot, sixteen shot
Duke listen, kids is missin, in action
If that's not ?? picture, elimate suckers with SUB-TRACTION
Cause I get the chills on a mid summer 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
OK, go get the men, with the white gloves
You can call it business but I'm.. personal
Onyx's to whoever, want to feel with terror
And to all y'all crews, WHATEVER (WHATEVER)
Cause the place is here, and the time is now

The place is where (here) the time is when (now)
The place is where (here) the time is when (now)
The place is where (here) the time is when (now)
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 I'se done gone sick
I TR

feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep)

[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

[Hook: Havoc] - 2X

Hold up...

'South Suicide Queens'
'Enjoy!'
'South Suicide Queens'
'Enjoy!'

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

Verse 1:

I'm America's nightmare
young black and just dont 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 thats 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
its the 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

Verse 2:

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 alibies
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

[chorus]
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
cause we living in it
cause 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
cause we living in it

Verse 3:

Thinking about taking my own life
I might as well
'cept they might not sell weed in hell
and thats where I'm going
cause the devil's inside of me
they make me rob from my own nationality
its kind of ignorant
but yo I gotta pay the rent
so yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite
cause its generate
if I get caught I'm innocent
cause I dont 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 sell some pennies for my thoughts
and if this fucking rap shit dont pay
I'ma start selling drugs around my way
killin my own people in the USG
shit they gonna get it from somebody
I'd rather it be me
besides...you cant tax dirty money
and you cant trust nobody (nobody)
no one (no one)
I'm the scorpion
and I'll probably bite the bullet
cause 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
its life on the edge of dangerous
where you living
never giving a shit
cause we living in it
in South suicide Queens where niggaz act up
nigga back up
official nas-throw your fucking gats up
its life on the edge of dangerous
where you living
never giving a shit
cause we living in it
we never giving a shit
cause we living in it
official nas mother fuckers dont give a shit
word up

(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

Most def? Why do y'all always holler?

[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

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..
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...!
Nigga Bridges fallin' down,
they fallin' down, they fallin' down
Nigga Bridges fallin' down,
MUTHAFUCKAZ IS ACTING CRAZY!
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
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
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!
Nigga Bridges fallin' down,
they fallin' down, they fallin' down
Nigga Bridges fallin' down,
MUTHAFUCKAZ IS ACTING CRAZY!
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!..
Nigga Bridges fallin' down,
they fallin' down, they fallin' down
Nigga Bridges fallin' down,
MUTHAFUCKAZ IS ACTING CRAZY!
Nigga Bridges fallin' down,
they fallin' down, they fallin' down
Nigga Bridges fallin' down,
MUTHAFUCKAZ IS ACTING CRAZY!
Yeah muthafucka! Fucked up!
BACK-DA-FUCK-UP!
You get hurt up! It's the Onyx man!
That's my word!
Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck anything!
Fuck ya momma, ya father

Onyx - Onyx is back

Yeah, aha, yah

Chorus:
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack (4x)

[Fredro Starr]
Yo America is under attack, yo Onyx is back
Took a team out the hood, the whole crew got phat
Allot of hate cos I took Hollywood on my back
Keep it crully, 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 its real make ya timps up step up and feel
Cos real killas do real things, but not you
You americe nigga who wanna play nigga?
Take a stray nigga, get out ma way nigga
The ballheads back nobody wurse then them
Im a madface nigga in a worstagrim
Im a maceface nigga im n a ?? ??

Chorus

[Sonee]
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 aint a greater flow
I make ya new, Money better play it low
Take it slow, Make the foo
Keep ya face aint a moo
Im like mixin liquor
Im bound to come up on niggaz
And highjack the bank abduct ya ditches
Cant 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
Im 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

Chorus

[Sticky Fingaz]
Well it's the S-T crocked I-C-K-Y
Got ma ?? ?? doin for sticks back in B, K and Y
Im livin all in 5 barrels, so im 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
Iv never had a 9 to 5, I had a 9 that hit people that got off there 5
From thosele 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
Cant even with ice, I carry to much heat
The combination always leaves somebody wetting the street
Im start sellin hope trough ma arms of weed
Cos im broke only got threehundred gram on the bank
We back, bringing you that filth from filth
Let me stop talking before I criminate myself

Chorus


Made by ⓒhance

Onyx, Onyx.. Move back .. the Onyx is here!
Back up, back up .. the Onyx is here!
Onyx, Onyx.. 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 yeah, yeah
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 thecal
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 l
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!

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!

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!

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 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-

[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

Punkmotherfukaz, Punkmotherfuckaz

[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

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

(Sonsee)
Yo Yo
Lyrical Assault
Mics outlined in chalk
Gun Talk, homicide in New York
Caught a raw deal, horror Amityville
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

(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

Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188

Intro/Chorus: Onyx

Kill it in the club, baby show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
(repeat 2X)

[Bonifucco]
Real thug shit unplugged
Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust
Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride's coke in my eyes
and got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive
to cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke
Here to get those, snakes get it the most
G's overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes
Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so..

Ladies and gentlemen

[Sonsee]
It's going on right now
Official Nast' don't be playin around, we lay it down
Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen
Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin
You got in the way, sorry to say
You shoulda known, shinin on Sonsee's not in the day
All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates
be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit

Chorus


[Fredro Starr]
Yo, yo
I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot
Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish
I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this
Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs
goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms

[50 Cent]
The shit'll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass
in a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash
The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time
Son some crackers locked me up that's how I lost my mind
Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him
He didn't listen told him give me the shine
The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me
The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin it was 50

Chorus

[X-1]
Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain niggaz money's got my gold chain thicker
Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga
From coast to coast I keep the toast
My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze
Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless
Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist

[Sticky Fingaz]
AHHHHHHHH I seen death, almost died twice tonight
Sell my own mother out if the price is right
I hate life, gimme the glock
about to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin like it or not
GET OFF ME! Let me go, don't hold me back
Where my real thugs at? Baby THROW YA GAT!
Sticky Fingaz, from out your darkest fears
I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs

Chorus

Killin it (2X)

Chorus

Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188

[?]
Word up yo, Official Nast'
Gettin cream, Onyx, we move with the many crews
We let you know right now, we shuttin shit down
Nine-eight, word up get your shit straight
You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up
What? Bring yo' shit to the club
Bring yo' heat to the street
Official Nast', shuttin shit down -- WHAT?!

Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188

It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the world alone
God forgot about them, hmm
Forced to fend for themselves
In the Rotten Apples of New York City
This story takes place, in 1993

How many nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to count
Just snatch em up quick
If he scream, I'ma put him out
I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UP
so I can dig him out
Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin
You ain't really have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I lied
Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma died
Is you with me I'ma slide

[both]
So we slid, had to get our gameplan together
Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know

Chorus: *sung*

For the love of money, people will rob from each other
For the love of money, people will steal from their mother
For the love of money, people will kill their own brother..

Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after me
Supposedly
we was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so hard
Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card
His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash at the house
Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday
Anyway
on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes
Yo kid don't say that
That's when we bumped heads
with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic
The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic
Yo don't panic, trust me
What?
I jump back and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I wanna watch him DIE
Wait and chill
We got bigger fish to fry, two L's later
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE DOOR
off the hinges
Bust shots right
Only thing I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun jammed
He tried to run and, reach for a knife
Shot him in the leg
So think about your life
and tell me where the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you just don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement
Smacked him with the gun, kicked him out the way
Had to be at least 500 K
Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the husband out
and we went for self

Chorus

Yo, we fuckin came off!
Word
The plan was splendid
'Cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it
Shh, let's disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this place
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and went down to Miami
Cause most those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be true
It all started when all we had was just me and you
Now a whole different person is what I'm startin to see in you
'Member when we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, with the snow white
and in number spots that flow all night
Up to this day it was all tight
Man, FUCK THAT!
You my little brother and we came out the same pussy
but I'ma kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money fucked YOU up
Tryin to say the money changed me?
What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my face see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, make you wannaerase me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why they raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin with them niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin down SHIT
I'm tellin you let's just chill man
FUCK THAT NIGGA!
It don't gotta be this way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT GOTTA BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AHEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I WON'T? FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun blasts*

Chorus cont. with - Don't let money change you.. - before fade

IIIIIII, 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, bulletholes in the paper
Escape the, madness, ONYX, the baddest! (Yup)
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
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!
Yeahhh, 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
-aca

Fredro Starr F/ Jill Scott - True Colors

I see you're true colors shinning through
I see your true colors and that why I love you
I see your (one for the ghetto) true colors shinning through (straight up)
I see your true (I am make it out) colors and that's why I love you

Yo father forgive we all trying to survive were we live
I'd rather feed the homeless and take time talk to the kids
Show them that life ain't no walk on the bridge
Damn as hard it is when I be dreaming I be talking to Big
In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road you hear the shots echo
Sneakers hanging from a telephone poll
In my ghetto there aint no rainbow or pots o gold
But there was love from the family when times were cold
I sit an analyze the world from my roof seen the hope in the eyes of the trouble youth
A good killa kept a burner in his bubble goose a mother less child lost in these streets lose
In the murder days these are rainy days my man got poped at an early age
His college fund saved flipped into his grave they say the good die young were headed for them pearly gates

I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you
I see your true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that's why I love you

Yo they say this love wasn't meant to be
Two people from different worlds we wasn't be
It must have been faith you were sent to me
Will make it threw these hard times eventually
The standard fight brought by faith not by sight
We all the same color when u turn out the lights
I take the sunshine with the pain
Grab my Sara gone sad that when it rains
No French kept the food on the window pain
We all breath the same air so we all the same
I am trapped in this ghetto maze trying to make it out
If you don't know me don't judge me what you talking bout
I am dividable by broken dreams
Single moms you my heroes you my queens
To get my mom out the hood that is my hopes and dreams
to reach my son to be a solja by any means

I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you
I see your true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that's why I love you

[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
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop

Sticky Fingaz: Official Naz Takeover

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 Amityville
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

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!

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

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"

Straight up nigga
Motherfuckin Southside nigga (word up)
[SF] Brooklyn what!
We gonna do it just like this man
Straight to your whole area (word up word up)
YEAH, YEAH
You know what we fin' to do
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down
YEAH, yo.. word up, yo
[SF] It's time to take over the world!

Chorus: repeat 4X

Shut 'em down - shut 'em down, shut 'em down

[Onyx - 1]
Official Nast', I'm tired of these.. yo, yo, yo
Shut 'em down start the violence we whylin whylin
Slain rapper's body found washed up, on Coney Island
When I rolled up, this nigga heart slowed up, that killa froze up
When I pulled up, jumped out with the pump-pump 32 shots and ducked out
Then I broke out, left that cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when I fall out, y'all killas got kill me kid I'm goin all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it! Got a gun, bust it!
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin where the dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin in the eyes of Death
Asked the Lord for forgiveness
When I did this, there was not no witness
But he should understand cause even God got a shit list

[Sonsee]
Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bust
Niggaz fine to bust, we the kind that rush
Those that, hold back, taking your whole stack
Grimy street cats, niggaz baldhead, like Kojak
Go gat for gat, quote that, in fact, you can smoke that
Uncut black dust, making your whole, fucking skull crack
Better know me, one-three, one and only
Could be never phony in any ceremony, I'll tear you homey
(Shut 'em down!) Sonsee's taki

SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
Well here's another one WHAT!
In the gutter one WHAT!
Getting running up
Troblesome extra double double
I come to feed them
The feed em then I shreed em
So what if that I'm cheating.
And where's everyone
when I sound YA gwan now yeah
I'm gonna show you how come on
ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!
Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
YEAH!
That's how we gotta be
so stop trying to beat loud
as me cause you can't do that
Think about the payoffer
so left with an automatic rifle
For last against the lighting last bullets first
On Line
Toughest step and a rep and a run rep
and a run wreck and a swine
Peace to the brothers on break his sign
Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his
criminal lickin' buck my eye,
Oh my god I'm so high
Just they say a Rodney
say you like a criminum, what!?
Just they say to make get
Making milliangh, children SLAM! Slam!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm the mean nasty grease
smashing ever slow gashing Ooohh
Sticky swift blast of the basty
Of the basty basty bast bashing Aaahh
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto five
Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE
I come across with no fear
For sure!
Un-adult un-rated un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! You forgot, you're not ready
You're head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
I'm the plonic sonic
UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS
The villian JUU, crooks UUU,
hot midas in confide us.
See the big jerk put you look inside us,
My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the cop because it's kept all mastic
Directin' it
When y'all least expected it
And thought it was safe
ONYX hit you in the face so,
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone
before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish
My language, Polluted
Onyx is heavyweight
And still undisputed!!
He took the words right out my mouth
and walked a mile in my shoes
I've paid so many dues,
I feel used and abused
And I'm.... so confused
umm, excuse me, for example
I'm the inspiration, for a WHOLE generation
And unless you got 10 SSsssticky Fingers
Its straight immitation
A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!!
I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst
Comin thru wit a scam, a fullproof plan
B-boys make some noise,
and just, JUST SLAM!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM

SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
Well here's another one WHAT!
In the gutter one WHAT!
Getting running up
Troblesome extra double double
I come to feed them
The feed em then I shreed em
So what if that I'm cheating.
And where's everyone
when I sound YA gwan now yeah
I'm gonna show you how come on
ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!
Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
YEAH!
That's how we gotta be
so stop trying to beat loud
as me cause you can't do that
Think about the payoffer
so left with an automatic rifle
For last against the lighting last bullets first
On Line
Toughest step and a rep and a run rep
and a run wreck and a swine
Peace to the brothers on break his sign
Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his
criminal lickin' buck my eye,
Oh my god I'm so high
Just they say a Rodney
say you like a criminum, what!?
Just they say to make get
Making milliangh, children SLAM! Slam!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm the mean nasty grease
smashing ever slow gashing Ooohh
Sticky swift blast of the basty
Of the basty basty bast bashing Aaahh
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto five
Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE
I come across with no fear
For sure!
Un-adult un-rated un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! You forgot, you're not ready
You're head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
I'm the plonic sonic
UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS
The villian JUU, crooks UUU,
hot midas in confide us.
See the big jerk put you look inside us,
My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the cop because it's kept all mastic
Directin' it
When y'all least expected it
And thought it was safe
ONYX hit you in the face so,
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone
before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish
My language, Polluted
Onyx is heavyweight
And still undisputed!!
He took the words right out my mouth
and walked a mile in my shoes
I've paid so many dues,
I feel used and abused
And I'm.... so confused
umm, excuse me, for example
I'm the inspiration, for a WHOLE generation
And unless you got 10 SSsssticky Fingers
Its straight immitation
A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!!
I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst
Comin thru wit a scam, a fullproof plan
B-boys make some noise,
and just, JUST SLAM!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM

SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
Well here's another one WHAT!
In the gutter one WHAT!
Getting running up
Troblesome extra double double
I come to feed them
The feed em then I shreed em
So what if that I'm cheating.
And where's everyone
when I sound YA gwan now yeah
I'm gonna show you how come on
ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!
Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
YEAH!
That's how we gotta be
so stop trying to beat loud
as me cause you can't do that
Think about the payoffer
so left with an automatic rifle
For last against the lighting last bullets first
On Line
Toughest step and a rep and a run rep
and a run wreck and a swine
Peace to the brothers on break his sign
Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his
criminal lickin' buck my eye,
Oh my god I'm so high
Just they say a Rodney
say you like a criminum, what!?
Just they say to make get
Making milliangh, children SLAM! Slam!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm the mean nasty grease
smashing ever slow gashing Ooohh
Sticky swift blast of the basty
Of the basty basty bast bashing Aaahh
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto five
Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE
I come across with no fear
For sure!
Un-adult un-rated un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! You forgot, you're not ready
You're head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
I'm the plonic sonic
UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS
The villian JUU, crooks UUU,
hot midas in confide us.
See the big jerk put you look inside us,
My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the cop because it's kept all mastic
Directin' it
When y'all least expected it
And thought it was safe
ONYX hit you in the face so,
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone
before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish
My language, Polluted
Onyx is heavyweight
And still undisputed!!
He took the words right out my mouth
and walked a mile in my shoes
I've paid so many dues,
I feel used and abused
And I'm.... so confused
umm, excuse me, for example
I'm the inspiration, for a WHOLE generation
And unless you got 10 SSsssticky Fingers
Its straight immitation
A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!!
I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst
Comin thru wit a scam, a fullproof plan
B-boys make some noise,
and just, JUST SLAM!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM

- Slam Harder by Onyx -

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!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)

Oh shit.. yo, y'knahmsayin?
That shit just shot duke in the face
(That nigga right there!)
Nigga gotta be dead..
Fuck that then, let's rob that nigga man
Take that nigga watch and get the fuck out of here
(Fuck him!)
Aiyyo, young brothers out there
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 stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve
8 o'clock in the mornin, time to wake up
Another brother gettin paid, and 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 and 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
Stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve
Single handed me and Mickey barely took a trip to Linden
Picked up some cheeba and some brew and yo what else?
Screamin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
(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

[X-1]
Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips
While in 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 to 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

[Chorus]

[Fredro Starr]
Street niggaz spend they last on weed, smoke to the roach
Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap
Bust fo' guns off the roof, drink overproof
Roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night (ee-yah!!)
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, reppin ghetto niggaz dirty drawers
Never hesitate to blast; kick your fuckin ass
Fuck work - nigga take cash, with the quick fast
Open cases, where razors, lay open faces
Paid niggaz got guns wit lasers, SkyPagers
Chrome rims and loud systems
So at the light you make the white people listen
You five days out the prison - WE

[Chorus]

[Sonsee]
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 ???, 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 bowel?
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

[Chorus]

[Sticky Fingaz]
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! This 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 rearview, always runnin my plates
I kept a, poker face and a gun in my waist
Off safety, cocked with, one in the head
The 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...

[All] Street nigga

[Chorus] (without first 'all' sentence)

[All] Street nigga!

[Sticky Fingaz]
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 sellin 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
Take that and that and that and that and that

A lot of things have changed since I grown up
Half my brothaz got locked half got blown UP!
From playin' '2 hands touch'and the games in the street
But the games ain't the same now we playin' with heat
SEE THIS DANGER! In my building they're rollin' dice there
Ain't nuthin' nice there who dare with ice there?!
My hallway ain't right wrong way to the thugs in the doorway
Peace kid I'm out, NO DOUBT! We just hangin' on the corner
Puffin' trees as tryin' to stay warm, sippin' ??? Jezus!
Problems after problem, it keeps involvin'
They got us starvin', that's why we out rottin'
(Knah'm sayin'?)
These 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 was steppin' on some sneakers
Heard from Tamica, he's gettin' buried in a speaker
Cuz his mom's was on that
inhaling
, gettin' laced
She got SMOKIN' IT! She took one bad hit

Aiyyo (YO!), you can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go
Aiyyo (YO!), you can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go
Aiyyo (YO!), you can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go
Aiyyo (YO YO!), you can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go

I'm not your rolemodel, I drink the whole bottle
Dont' follow nobody, cuz you'll never know tomorrow
Just look around, EVERYWHERE!, it's dispersed
It ain't no care, hate, and good times is rare
Or seldom last long, they always
it
With my fam is dyin' over money and gettin' incarcerated
Yeah! Just to be as patistic, it's sadistic
Too realistic, we doin' this QUIK!
The other night kids got bad, got 'em kids build intend
They caught a law's news spread(?)
Last week they was blazin' on the corner, bullets ricochet
It's somebody's baby, had they kid maybe dead
They sold it from the ???, they say delease
Livin' in the ghetto...rest in peace

Hates where I'm from, the good tie up
The sky is grey, we never see sun
The ghetto-life is: 'live and let live'
All the day to day

It all began when Shorty rocked, took the law in his own hand
Sick of seein' his mom's gettin' beat up by his old man
So he did what any kid would've 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 cuz they all unemployment
Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment
Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin'
Folks get murdered over no-pair raisin'(NO!)
Packin' they backs, talkin' 'bout they leavin'
But where ya 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 ??? home

wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x3)

[Raekwon]
eh, yo
staircases to stage now, major waves tanktop
nautica, flippin your daughter 30 ways
yeah, who want mine, bent outta shape one time
play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine
watch my shit shit, niggaz in the back, wigs lit
you know the stats god, niggaz in the back, backs lit
war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats
spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat
my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that
yo, fedrados rock my man, yo
300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow
my techinique, roller in the road, gold league
you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat
rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though
that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley

[Fredro Starr, (X-1)]
yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this
heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless
rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious
you knock this, bust a shot
don't miss, you better knock this
(x-1 while out and 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 cross the heat from across the street
fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet
street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine
dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out
on the dance floor, blood and moet, i'm blowin your set
trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death
i'm goin for broke, i'm blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes
(wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red
x million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm
for seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm
sleepin i'm gone, you see what i'm on
keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts
from here to battery parts)

Chorus: [ODB {sampled from "protect ya neck"}]
first things first man, your fuckin with the worst (x3)
You can't slam, so let me get fooled on a man

[Suave]
still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed
splash your class, mash your staff
what, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch
hurt your bunch, get mercked your front
in the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz
def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha
shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face
twist you, and won't miss you, official master killer bee
full blast, get off, smash, pull fast
for your stash, long as the war last, put up in your ass
tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap

[Killa Sin]
we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line
cuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream
my whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars
killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars
this terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss
canibus, evangelist, i impulse with metal fists
wu build like construction and bang like precusion
on the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what

Chorus x2

[Method Man, (Sticky Fingaz)]
(holy shit, who the fuck is that)
it's john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back)
i got your back cousin (i got the mac cousin)
and when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin
(because it's the new year, time for some new shit
nowadays rappers dyin over music)
dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs
for survival, duckin homicidal, you rival
(yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang)
chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame
lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone
home on the range
(eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious
we go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit
(8-ball in the corner pocket)
we snatch wallets off the white college
the big apple forever rotten
now when it comes to hard target hot nicks
(so what the bullet clot)
pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten
major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten
stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in
them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen
(yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother fuckers
my moms don't raise no suckers, i slap rappers
turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers)
enough said, let's make whole fuckin town read
(and rip their whole crew to a shread
i got cold blood) hold your club (i hold blood) show no love
(so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club)
we throw slugs (you ain't no thug
i earn every god damn penny that i got
son, i roll with a shotgun in the convertible
i wish a nigga with wood, would try to fuckin
jack me, i'll murder you)

Chorus

wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2)

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
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
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
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
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
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
Fuck that, yeah,
we the fuck up out of this bitch

[Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee}]
(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

[Veronica]
Hi, hi! Step inside, get out the rain get dry
Sticky's in the back playing pool by the sauna

[Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee} *Veronica*]
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!

[Fredro Starr]
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

[Sticky Fingaz]
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
[repeat 6X]

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

(*puffin in background*)
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin in the coupe, k'nawm sayin?
Windows up, drivin through the city, smokin an L for dolo
You know how we do
This shit I be thinkin about is crazy son

What if Notorious was here? What if he was around?
would all these niggas claim to be king? Who would wear the crown?
Yo, what if 'Pac was still thuggin? What if he was alive?
Would all these niggas still be screamin out "ride or die"!
What if Milli Vanilli's record never skipped on stage?
They'd be the illest con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if Mike Tyson fought Ali in his prime?
What if Will Smith got gangsta, and start cursin rhymes?
What if Erick never met Parrish?
think they'd be makin dollas?
What if they neva made candy paint for Impalas?
my down south niggas'll wil' out,word up
my west coast niggas'll wil' out,word up
What if computers shut down for the Y2K?
What if N.W.A never had Dre?
What if Eminem was black? Would he have sold five mill'?
or would he be 1 out of 5 million rappers with no deal?
What if you had to pay for air?
a dollar a breath
half the hood would fuckin pass out and choke to death
What if hip hop was banned in 52 states?
they'd give you 5 years a piece
for wreckin cd's and tapes
What if the world stopped?
no more time,fuck a watch
What if there's no laws
no jails,and no more cops?

shit is crazy
shit I be thinkin about

yo, it's just questions
that I ask myself
when I analyze the world when I'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself
drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself
questions,that I ask myself
when I analyze the world when I'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself
drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself
its questions...that I ask myself

shit is craaazy,shit I be