Onyx

[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

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!'

- 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!)

- 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]

One time One time...thats it
yeeeaaahhh
this the Onyx shit know what I'm sayin
coming out the mother fucking crevices
coming out the fucking cracks like snakes boy
word to mother
All my niggas in Queens and ya dont stop
All my niggas in Brooklyn and ya dont stop
All my niggas in Uptown and ya dont stop
All my niggas in the boogiewoogie and ya wont stop
we gonna set this shit New York style

Verse 1:

We don't throw gang signs in New York
We just be on some shit in New York
New York City, shiftee low down gritty
you punk niggaz yell pity and smell shitty
NYPD can suck my dick
this is the way we rip shit from the bricks
walking like a zombie smoking blunts in the lobby
I be rolling with my niggas behind me take em off
attention; fuck all that slippin and inchin
I'm rappin loot snatchin staying greasy the shit ain't easy
I'm coming raw hide
seirous as a 45
the damn streets are eager to take more lives
fuck it, its my home-hate it or appreciate it
its the tour 8 million story orientated
designated and made for the real renegade
so I never been afraid to start car-they get paid

[chorus]
this is the way we walk in New York
this is the way we walk in New York
this is the way we walk in New York
this is the way we walk in New York

Verse 2:

I'ma stay on my job
cause thats my adventure
I was bred to be a big gainer
who cant contain a placenta
the USG witch
make me switch like a skitso
when red rummin gets so hot
but never blow back to the cold spot
if the heat got too much
I'ma slide down south
outta town bout-leave the home
or I'll move shit down
on keyed lock
we rock (all nuthin)
and then NewYork niggaz was pulling your shit- your shit wsn't right
we known to start shit up
from trends to riots to ruckus
and big enough to fuck up anybody that wanna attack us
and thats cause the fire burns are deep
most of us are peeps-ture NewYork niggaz play for keeps

(Wanna be a part of it--New york is always starting shit)

Fuck them
I'ma a nasty native (New Yorker)
the full of shit talker
the dark street walker
shining in time stalker
bringin it back to reality
this is for my niggaz in NYC
not since '76
since the knicks won the championships
hasn't been some more shit like this
so back up get up and ass up and my rap wax sound
my shots ring loud
and panic the crowd
(blow 'em up) get up-my sounds downtown
(hold 'em up) gimme everthing right now

Bottomline, overall we gotta get this motherfuckin cash!
No doubt man, that's what I'm sayin man
Illuminati I heard they tryin to really just hold shit down
They tryin to shut us down God!
They tryin to shut us down, cause we rock, on the low

[Sticky Fingaz]
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even (7X)

Verse One: Fredro Starr

FUCK PEACE I want justice
I'ma nigga with a gun and the right, mind to bust this
Fuck this - I'm mad at the world and hell, I got a vengeance
My first offense, I caught the life or death, sentence
The real black homies in jail, pull out protection
It's killin me, callin these facilities, correction
System that is scared of us, come on my fellow prisoners
Time to go to war; we'll be dead at least they listen to us
Time to get the Tec, and go step, to the President
U.S.G., citizen, fuck American, resident!
And nnyyaaa, I gotta seek your betterment
Isaac, slayed, for all my niggaz who got HANGED!
{*DJ cuts and scratches "So throw ya gunz in the.."*}
They said "Throw Ya Gunz" was negative, I say FUCK THEM!
They the ones who put the guns in the ghetto for destruction
This is depression, deception, killin our own complexion
What we need to do, is point the guns, in the right direction
Now..

[Sticky Fingaz]
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even (4X)

Verse Two: Sonsee

Yo it's only gettin worse, I'ma person controvers'
And tell you where I'm from, is the savage redman curse
I'm the illest, the biggest, experiment
What are we getting ?? in a cage in the projects
cause we the ones that's been in it
They gave us guns and drugs, and watch us bug and rub
each other out (STOP) doin what they love
(NOW) retaliate, it's time to get big, and bombard
And flip this shit, like Fruit of the Gods
(THEY SAY) we got the animal mentality
Show em the raw reality (IF YOU REAL) you ain't mad at me
But if you is, SO THE FUCK WHAT?
Me and my peeps, came to claim, the brown man's cut
which was really ours, this the hour
Better do what I do, fuck those nuclear powers!
They're beat, we gotta form our own crop
Dominate, infiltrate, and feel great til it burns down
And when it burns, it's goin up in blazes
Look at it go, where it shoulda fuckin been
SINCE THE DARK AGES!!!

[Sticky Fingaz]
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even (8X)

Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz

I have a dream, that I must reveal
So I pinch myself to make sure it's real
First we gotta destroy and then rebuild
Even if it mean that I'ma get myself killed
Don't make me no difference, I done wrote my will
And talk about, what they did to us is dumb
What we NEED to be talkin bout, is what we gonna do to them!
{*clapping*} I can be dangerous, the last thing I do
when I start speaking in tongues the Holy Ghost couldn't save you
So do you want answers? (Yeah I want answers, I want the truth!)
You want the truth? You couldn't HANDLE the truth!
Cause they got our brains-washed, so we the minority
But when we kill them off we're gonna be the majority (PREACH ON)
See I was raised to fight for what I believe in
I wont forget, can't forget, I'm tryin to get EVEN!
And if nobody speak up, then I'll lead my people
Cause two wrongs don't make it right, but it damn sure make us equal
I'm incitin riots, so let's start the lootin
And whoever enforce the laws I guess we'll just got to shoot them
Cause in this revolution I loathe my enemy
I'm agnostic plus I got no identity
So lovers of life don't keep your hopes up high (WHY?)
Cause it's just a matter of time before it's your turn to die
But until then, when you stop breathin
It's time to stand up and fight for what you believe in!!!!!

[Sticky Fingaz]
Two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us even (8X)

[fredro starr]
We roll a hundred niggas deep and not one of y'all got a gun
I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run
So sit on black gortex, before test, we all wore vests
I'm takin all bets, to see who will score next
I burn you like floor sex, you just a small threat
Wit a small set, so forfeit, I rhyme for more checks
'cause whatever that it takes to make these papes, i'mma walk this
I'm worthless, I'm back to sellin cracks behind the trenches
I'ma hurt this when I work this, I'll beat you f**kin senseless
Deep and other bitches got me swingin at the fences
I bring it down like gravity, wit the getto mentalitee
To rule the oddity, the official nasty on the strategy

[greg valentine]
The city never sleeps, so don't sleep on us
I put niggas to rust, when my gun bust and plus
You get rushed, and when the press is on, you just been checked
You had plans on conquerin this, you need to switch up
Get up, nigga you should of got up
Obey my orders, 'cause shit like that'll leave you shot up
For real, it's a deadman's party, leave ya body at the door
A loss for lechery, my introduction to the century
And entity, is what I plan to be in the industry
Enemies in my vicinity, get assassinated like the kennedy
My gats the foolproof remedy

[sonsee]
It's sonsee, black and blue, the bad news off the pocket
Look like tacky, attack me, you get splashed
Official nasty backwards, sue, what the f**k is rule, you dumb ass
Trynna put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast
Rap in the street, to do without ya
While I haul off and snatch four shit out ya
Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging
And damn, it's cloggin up, the blood he didn't smell
The masses, disastrous, plenty closed caskets
And asses, when I turn, we burn crews to ashes
Niggas take the simple, so get gassed up and smashed up
That's my word, and come wit that bullshit and that's ya ass

[chorus 8x]
Getto mentalitee

[j mega]
I trash niggaz who can't speak what I'm sayin


All city, mega bomb, I ain't playin
Just slayin emcees, and makin niggas freeze
And all of these lyrics for to squeeze
Niggas please don't test me, just let me be
Wit my city, the nasty, official and keepin niggas whippy
To hit me, wit the valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties
I got drafted, because the f**kin armee called me
And it's all out war, niggas fall out
For reasons that's now unknown, check this shit
I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill us
Until it's, my turn to fall, i'ma bill this
Brick wall, to keep the crabs out of my sector
Inject the, and now correct the j mega

[panama p.i.]
The hell wit rules, I won't leave a scratch to patch
This is war, way worth of a grudge match
Big p.i., low uphold a, a universal soldier
Chump should of listened when I told ya
I'm ill, like fire moms you will, obtain
Flip bombs and peal, lyrics burn like acid rain
Holdin the gutter, buck wild, for offerin butter
I'mma thug, I used to love the drug rubber
Rugged and raw, pretty 'cause I'm hardcore
All mighty then thor, always ain't it for a faggot jaw
So hard rocks and fillin flocks, clear the block
My mic's a glock, I keep plenty styles in stock
The way emcees react when I attack
Get me away from him, he's a maniac

[sticky fingaz]
It's pure you see, I bring fame
They call me nigga so much, startin to think it's my name
Light skinned and a shame, 'cause way back in the day
They rapped my grandmother's mother's, when they was in spain
To help my grandfather, he be misbehaved
But my ancestors was brave, and most of them real
Stronghold brass, forty slain workin in the field
But a hundred years later, I learned about my roots
And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue suits
So I'm takin recruits, and shut the f**k, it's on right
And start a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white
And if a nigga don't win, then we all jump in

[chorus to fade]

[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

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

[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)
Let all the live niguz in
Kick all the bitch ass niguz out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out and out and out

(Sonsee)
Aiyo the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple
But I'mma do this wit a tempo, instrumental is what I'm into
(For the money) It's essential, and I gotta have it
A verb addict without a author, wit the herbals, we hurt who
Ever try to defy these guys, they fry
And thems get it, so all that shit you say, come on, kid kill it
You yap, not sellin that crap and hurtin me up and back slappin
You wouldn't know Crunch time if you was the Captain
It's here, and yea, we the called, the senders
And it's time to get live once more, we back on this agenda
And for ya hopeful niggas, trynna be contenders
And we come down like loose coats in the winter

(Chorus)

(Fredro Starr)
Ain't no slackin in my action
I pull my back and beatin tracks in
Official Nast, cold smashin, joints happen (Yo what happen?)
Nothin just niggas bustin caps when I was rappin
Cuz niggas be packin pretty brown handle biz, who just a faction
But factual react, if frontin and fakin jacks, it's all a sudden
But there better be no proscratin, wit reaction when ya rappin
Cuz when you maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin
So get the gats, forget the facts, and like there's no compassion
Kick me, cuz I'm a daisy street, as cold as the Alaskan
Bought my braids, bought my hat, and Staten stay stackin

(Chorus)

(Sticky Fingaz)
Give me the shottie, let me liven up the party
I like to start trouble, cuz I'm a little rowdy
We just three MC's, that like to fight
Even when we start the shit, we always end it right
So all of ya, frontins bad for ya health
Cuz in the 93, my army goin for self
Kids is cruel, more causin then these fucked up conditions
That we all hate, but fuck it if this our fate
Just listen up to what I say
The feds get shot daily, every day
Even my man got killed, that was families mournin
But from all the dirty bid, I know that hell is callin
Went to his wake and shit got held up
But niggas wit mask on they face
I couldn't escape, I was stuck
They said "Everybody in here, up against the wall
The dead nigga owe me money, so I'll collect from y'all"
The people gave him struggle, 5 minutes went fast
When I said "I ain't givin ya nigga shit, I'ma just have to get blast"
And representin wit my life, I'm full fledged thief
And I'm the truth, that's why we always have beef

(Chorus)

(Hook)
And we do it like this, and we do it like that
Rules and regulations, so watch ya back, and pack a gat
Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in the streets
Cuz goin out, iz what it's all about

Onyxxx.......
They tried to poison the fetus
We gonna check it out like this
All hell
the high exalted
yo
my mother fucking name is Fredro Starr
you know what I'm saying?
I'm up here with my man Sonee the money the muther fucking greasiest
and my mother fucking nigga Sticky the fucking fingaz
you know what I'm saying?
Yo Sonee
Step to your mother fucking business nigga...word up

Verse 1:
I'm not the type to be flabbergasted
but all my doubters mastered
it ain't a matter bastard
rule my hazard
niggaz get blasted
soon as I bring what I got in store for the new order
who want it?
we got what your looking for
fuck you gonna do now, money
cause this the Sonee
seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister
I get downright deprived on them niggaz
We rob Z's
Gimme all these, ya'll niggaz
PUSS!
Whats the matter? I rush
bum rush you better rise
and assult and catapult
like a bullet I shot shit
the figure hurter
word to murder
rippin the master
will make you back up from them further

Hold up the press
heres comes the mess
worship the best
or die like the rest
you have the right to remain violent
aaauuuggghh
anything you say can and will be use against you to kill!
I'm a tyrant
strinking like a viking
a knight in shining armor
jumping for the sauna
the rough rhymer
suicidal like Nirvana
the end of your world is just beginning
theres no winning in my inning
the dead things cannot effect the living
so I trip into the wind
of the ghetto bad weather
I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on
never talk to a stranger
everybodys in grave danger
me and my people just shot ya anger!
FUCK DAT...YA BETTER OFF DEAD!

Considered less than a god, but more than a man
I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian
with my mental powers and my sixth sense
that can raise a dead crowd into a live audience
(so get the fuck out the way)
ooh, and get your ass cut
cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt
(no doubt)
Heres the clip witches know its a black stone
its a matter that shatter your track bone
score to get to life
I'm concise
niggaz get done up precise
cut up fine
and fucked up real nice
we made up mean Jamaica
and die like the Lakers
faking jack was mackin backwards
with the front in black got tactics
straight from the desert-(queens)
where niggaz is desperate
so I'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit
(get a life)
fuck dat ya betta off dead!
(get a life)
fuck dat ya betta off dead!

Verse 3:

Cover me, I'm going in
move em in take em out
the time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle
its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to hell
no one tell is what you punk niggaz yell
like-wah wah!
thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin
black start attackin back-I'm still hurtin
Sticky come on come on well...

So all let up on the fact
that I'm a nigga that can just beat your mother fucking ass
to hurt your feelings
cause your shit is trash
too many people like me
cause they're not worthy
destruct my coalition
its a demolition derby
through all that spit you talk
and make the mic smell like saliva
yick! you need to retire
resign
I'm ahead of my time
in my prime
one of a kind
and out of my mind!
and ain't nothin in this world free so me I'ma kick a pay style
I don't got no smile I was abused as a child
my moms gave birth to a crazy ass wilder
bust out her pussy with a mother fuckin gun
started talking slang
even joined a gang
the suicide scums
I sold jums to the bums
I was the hand to hand man pullin in clubs
then I started dealin
robbin and stealin
if not for killing then I'm known as a villain
if you want problems I'm ready and willing
and I'll get up in your mouth like a fucking filling

FUCK DAT WE BETTA OFF DEAD
Please somebody kill me before I put two in my own head...

[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

[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

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...

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