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from Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009)
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 |
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from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup Part 2 (2002)
[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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup Part 2 (2002)
- 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] |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup Part 2 (2002)
[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... |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup Part 2 (2002)
[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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup Part 2 (2002)
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!' |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup Part 2 (2002)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup Part 2 (2002)
- 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!) |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(featuring Dave Hollister)
[Sticky talking] Let me call this nigga Come on man; pick up the damn phone [Brother] Hello [Sticky] I got your pictures, damn we look just alike A younger version of me, half my age same height I played "beat you up", made you tough, thought you to fight Put you on, showed you things, put up your first bite Now you on the streets making the same mistakes I did That got me nowhere, so I'm trapped upstate in this bid Caged like an animal ain't no way to live Got a baby on the way, who gone father my kid Where you going now I can clearly see You either going in an bag or in jail with me Remember when we was younger and you promised me You be the first in our fam with al college degree I know you see the cars, the girls, the clothes, the jewels And think it's all about the money, heard you dropped out of school I ain't trying preach but if I don't, who gonna Couldn't live with myself if you died on the corner You're my baby brother [Chorus: Dave Hollister] You are my baby brother And you know I love you nigga I'm just trying to keep you out there You don't want to end up in here [Brother] I hear what you saying big brother, but listen to me I ain't trying to be the nigga working Mickey D When I can hustle on the block and come home with a gee Yeah you right I want jewels and push a luxury V But what's wrong with that, I wanna love comfortably Just like the next man driving round the hood in my Lex Land I ain't got nobody taking care of me And as far as a school, well it just ain't for me [Sticky & Brother] So what you wanna do huh What you gone sell drugs all your life (I might) See you ain't even right Maybe when you sober up to see the light (Hold up, this is my life, I live it anyway that I like) Yo look I'm just trying to help You know all you want to do is get blunted (I need money, my wifey got a seed in her stomach) If you can't see the cycle then you must be blind And your child getting a father that was just like mine You're my baby brother Chorus [Sticky & Brother] So is you like that. I mean what's the deal? Don't you too worry about trying to keep it real? (Man whatever, this is how you feel then this how you feel) Yo what's this I hear, you had a gun concealed (Yeah, I keep my nine (See this what I?) (Hold up, let me speak my mind Look at you, you can't even talk you doing mad time) Yeah look at me, this is how you wanna be Locked up, the cops tell you where you can pee (I got to go man) Ooh you don't even want to hear me out? (Yeah, but you talking mad shit I don't even care about) All I saying is that you got to be more responsible (Aight man, whatever I'm a talk to you) [Sticky] Yo, yo.... Damn He gone end up just like me Chorus |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(Do you feel the way I feel...)
Feel that shit nigga Do you feel the way I feel? Do you fuckin feel it? Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo HOOK: You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on! Throw gunz, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on! Fuck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on! What?! We can do it kid however you want! You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on! Start beef, come on! Make money, come on! Throw gunz, come on! Fuck hoes, come on! What?! We can do it kid however you want! (Verse 1) Oh you aint know? Sticky Fingaz went solo And got the whole hood in a choke hold Radio locked like I was po-po You rappers get no dough I make you have oral sex with the fo-fo I'm unstable, get cash under the table I blaze you, not even God could save you What?! I aint havin it, I'm ignorant and arrogant Dogs couldn't sniff me out, cuz I aint have a scent Your wifey's checkin me, said I had sex appeal Been hittin niggas' girls, way before the record deal Let me make it clear just so it's understood That don't make you no thug cuz you from the hood My nine's stainless, I speak in sign language My mind changes, every time the wind blows Gunshots got me jumpin out of second story windows Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults HOOK (Verse 2) Goddamn I'm hungry, and it's time to eat I'm the worst thing since crack to hit the street The man that could murder me, I'm dyin to meet Rapper fuck your own seed and shoot a 5 wit me I intake shit from no man, I set up my own fam I never was a kid came out the pussy a grown man I slept in a slum, I'm second to none I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2 1! BLAU! Half my niggas aint gon' never see sunlight Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight You better watch your back for them thug hoes I believe in safe sex and go to bed with a snub nose Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine Knockin out big niggas twice my size So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch A bullet costs a quarter, but your life aint even worth that HOOK (Verse 3) It's a whole new me, but the same old you We had beef before well deja vu Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew Ever thought about death, that's what you bout to go through I stay to myself, I'm anti-social I ghost you, and wild out like I'm supposed to My rollie got a body son, it costs a life Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine And son I got glock nines, tech nines, mack 10's 11's and 12's 22's, 25's, 32's, 38's, 44's, 45's, AK-47's Don't be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead Stomp you out and beat yo' ass to syllables... You... stupid.... mother, be lucky I aint killin you all I hung myself on my umbilical cord HOOK |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(featuring Firestarr)
Is y'all ready to go up in here? Aiight, pull the black mask down We bout to rush the door (Ah shit, hide your jewelry) I told y'all we was coming Yo everybody watch out Word up [Chorus] Get it up, huh The ice on ya wrist player pick it up, huh My killers in the cut coast stick em up, huh Ladies grab your shirts and lift em up, huh Lemme see your ass baby back it up, huh My soldiers on the front line actin up, huh Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh Yo Sticky Fingaz, word up I told y'all niggaz Yo come on Hennesied up, play the cut lighting it up Rag on my head, eyes lookin half way dead Brought my thugs to the club, straight off the street I'm iceburg to my feet about a third of the week Relax baby don't spazz cuz he touched your ass I ain't say shit when your friend touched my dick I see Brooklyn schemin, we all in the spot But that's hip hop, we rap niggaz from off the block Is it me or is it gettin hot in here I think somebody bout to get shot in here The nine mill guarenteed to clear the spot in here And we ain't get searched kid, we got glocks in here Someone bring me to the hoe suckin cocks in here I think they trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here I'm the hottest shit Universal got this year And all my niggaz rockin rocks in here, come on [Chorus] Black Trash Ayo kick that old real shit That Queens shit Firemarshall said it's too packed, nigga fuck the law And the guest list, niggaz bout to rush the door Got cats online in ties and suits We come through VIP button flies and boots Everybody gettin comped, I ain't paying no admission Stick Fingaz, I can't even pay attention Love the freaks that tweek and be liftin it up Love the freaks that ceep and be giving it up I got twelve inches, I'm well hung Nine on my dick and three on my toungue My manager, the bitch name is Helen Wate Need a free show? Nigga go to Hell and wait And if God only helped those who help themselves When I see something, I want em, I help myself So unless me and you come to an understanding You gonna be under, and I'ma be standing [Chorus] Word up We takin all y'all money We takin all y'all bitches What y'all thought it was I'm so hot to death I'll probably get shot to death Fuck who the cops arrest My killers is rough, shoot up the club like Puff Niggaz'll duck, chains tucked, Timbs get scuffed I pull a four-four from out of the seat Up out it and beat Picture me not riding with heat Jump out of the Jeep Clear a nigga out of the street Nobody can creep Thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your reach Ain't nothing but killers boasting next to me I'm prejuduce, I hate every color except for green In the club, that's were my niggaz jwewlry shop When the hammer cock, we don't care who we box So why you come to the club, what you livin it up Why you fuckin with that chicken, was she givin it up Why you even cop jewels, what you can't get stuck Why you never say when, you ain't had enough [Chorus] Let's go Get it up |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(featuring Petey Pablo)
[Sticky Fingaz - talking] If your head is as big as Shamello's If your bank is the check cashin place If you put on panty-hose instead of shavin your legs If you use grease that you used over and over again If you only go to church on Easter and holidays Then you ghetto, believe that [Chorus - Petey Pablo] Can you be rich and be ghetto? (Yep) And just cause you poor do that mean that you ghetto? (Nope) So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto And if you gonna ask then you probably never know [Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)] Bein' ghetto, it's just the things we do sometimes Like hangin' your clothes on the oven to dry But you late, you gotta go and they ain't ready yet (You put 'em on anyway, and rock 'em halfway wet) First, you wear then return everything you buy Always lookin for a discount 'til the day you die Got three kids, by three different guys (And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot) You know you ghetto when you use a wrench for a channel changer No antenna, you gotta use a metal hanger Drink from the container and put it back in the fridge (Knowin' damn well the shit was wrong you did) Put salt on your food, before you even taste it Get a doggy bag, ghetto niggaz ain't wastin' shit You know you ghetto, no, you know you grimy (When you iron dirty pants 'til them shits get shiny) [Chorus 2x] [Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)] The ghetto's not a place, it don't matter what colour you are You can be white as chalk or as black as tar And it really don't matter how much money you have (You can live on Fifth Ave. and be ghetto fab) You know you ghetto when your soap is the size of Chiclet Run into the kitchen wet for dishwasher liquid The water cold 'cause they shut off all your power (You know you ghetto if you pee in the shower) No toilet paper, somebody used the last you had No problem, just get a Daily News or a paper bag Ball it up and crumble it, make it soft in your ass (But when you flush, the toilet always gets stopped up) And if you got the money, the landlord never get it We never pay the rent, yo we almost got evicted If this shit is funny or offendin' you (Chances are, it's because you're ghetto too) [chorus 2x] Can you be rich and be ghetto (3x) And if you gotta ask then you'll probably never know Ghetto East Coast is the ghetto West Coast is the ghetto South Side is the ghetto Everywhere is the ghetto The ghetto The ghetto The ghetto I'll probably die, in the ghetto.. |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
To my niggas in the 2-1-2 and 3-1-0
bitches in the 3-0-5 and 4-0-4 niggas in the 7-1-3 and 2-0-1, 3-1-2, call 9-1-1 [Chorus] It's Sticky Fingaz licken off in hip-hop {*repeat 3X*} Every rhyme I kick is a gunshot [Verse One] My heart bleed for you, so don't waste your tears I'm about 175 in dog years My blocks so hot step outside and get sunburned Unless you talking business or money I'm un-con-cerned I live for now 'cause my days is numbered Got a six shot revolver watch the barrel on my gun turn I'm like a accident just waitin' to happen It's pitiful this game is too political critical A nigga front, my killa's in the cut waitin' to clap 'em but let's not talk about the big I's and the little U's Niggas wouldn't be confused if they mind their p's and q's Keep your nose out of mine and I won't have to squeeze the two's Everybody know Sticky be puttin down And cock the glock, what's that sound? So watch out watch out, niggas better clear a path Think I'm scared to blast cause I'm doing flicks on Miramax and New Line f**k security, my bodyguard is my two nines Knew I'd make it big in due time My only lie when my lips move Until I smell 'em for myself I don't believe shit stink Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol; who wanna get shot? And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink Labels be like "Don't call us, we'll call you!" [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse Two] and strippin niggas and still gettin' figures Back in the day Sticky was stickin' niggas and pistol whippin niggas and flippin niggas Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin white bitches I ran with life bidders and ice pickers I'm Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grime But that's just a deep thought in the back of my mind I got a bone to pick a holster with a shoulder grip concealed inside my leather camouflage so watch ya eye don't notice it Don't tell nobody, but 'tween me and you I'll put three in you You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself I got blueprints of ya death and I drew it myself Add you and ya crew to the M-E-N-U My code defending my conscience, my mind inflictedwith monsters Yo breath stank that's 'cause you be talkin' A TON OF SHIT! Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents You a glutton for punishment, I'm the nigga runnin shit Killers in front of ya house forget aboooout it You can't take me out forget aboooout it I'll bring it to your front door and you won't do shit aboooout it Y'all niggas don't want no war forget aboooout it You dead if you harm a single hair on my head You need work come see me son I'm taking applications Can't beat me join me save yourself the aggravation My payback is going to cost you a arm and a leg [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Outro] Ooo..... You can run but you can hide when I come it's do or die point your guns to the sky put em up real high |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(featuring Raekwon The Chef)
(Sticky Fingaz) Twas the night before twistmas And all through the house We had guns and money around Layin' on the couch Was dressed with black jewelry this time Mmmmmm, c'mon (Sticky Fingaz) Everybody want me, I created thieves Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds I've been through customs, borders I've been handled by authorities Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me I've been saved, I've been buried alive Say my name enough and any nigga testify Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time All by myself, I created black on black crime I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt Even my hand got big, from net to gross I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy People kill for me or die to defend me But in the end am I really worth the sun Rich people make me work for them And poor people work for me Who am I? Nigga I'm money Who am I? Nigga I'm money (Hook - Raekwon the Chef) See the gun wound, went down for you Who ran up in the house, duke Caught one from he and for who When niggas was ready to murder me You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?) I got stabbed for you Yo, shot up the ass for you Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?) Chill, some niggas called crabs for you Holdin' them garbage bags for you Ill, blowin them hags for you (Sticky Fingaz) I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream And I'm always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!) Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream I'm more powerful than God, or Razale Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me I enslaved populations, and controled masses I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic Even credit, I owe you You work for me nigga, I own you If you are smart, you make me work for you All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you (Hook - Raekwon the Chef) (Sticky Fingaz) If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo? Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show Or would you invest in me and watch me grow Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do' I underseen things I wish I hadn't seen I came between loved ones and families A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me Got secret ensciptions, examine me Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C. I'm more notorious than the B.I.G. I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me (Hook - Raekwon the Chef) 2x |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(featuring Blackchild)
(Chorus 1) (Sticky) my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns Verse 1: (Sticky) My dogs is my guns, they attack any nigga that comes or any niggas that rings if my glocks on safe that means my dogs on the leash Twenty shells in the clip, each bullet's the teeth keep my dogs starvin', they ain't ate in days keep my guns loaded, they can't wait to spray my glock is a Rot, my Four-Fifth is a Pit my D.E. a bullmaster, who wanna get bit? when my guns spark that means I let 'em loose in the park now let's see if your bite is as big as your bark my Nine against your Nine to the death, have a dogfight foamin' at the mouthpiece, run the streets all night my dogs turn to razors up North they don't wear collars, scratched the serial off no owner, no dogtag, my dogs is illegal they bite a hole in you so big you can see through my dogs will even bark at this whole click this a K-9, it eats it's own shit they tried to put him to sleep, kids scared to pet 'em I just say "sick 'em" and it pulls of and gets 'em (Bridge) (Sticky) My fuckin' guns, my fuckin' guns! my dogs is my fuckin' guns! rob you doggystyle with the gun in your back! my dogs is my fuckin' guns! (Chorus 2) (Blackchild) My dogs is my guns, they'll chase you if you run clear out the party, and bite somebody they got niggas goin' to war for the cause and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll a dog ain't a Man's best friend, it's a Mac Ten and my Mac Ten is my best friend it got niggas goin' to war for the cause and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll Verse 2: (Sticky) I got two dogs, one named Nigga, one named Bitch Bitch is the one with the pretty gold clip Nigga's the one with the taped up grip I'll make 'em empty simultaneous 'till you get hit fuck fightin' in the streets, life is a struggle put on a silencer, now they're wearin' a muzzle I hate Puppies, little guns, I need power you small time, a .22, you a Chiwauwa teeth growin', bullets we never run out of my dogs mate with new guns, I feed 'em gun powder they ain't home trained, nor house broken mouth open, droolin', that means the barrel is smokin' I walk my dogs every night, prime-meridian bust under water, they can swim, amphibian turn 'em to a sawed-off, get their ears chopped off my automatics a Pit with the locked jaw. (Chorus 2 2x) (Blackchild) (Chorus 1) (Sticky) my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns (Bridge 2) (Sticky) My dogs is my guns, I walk wit' 'em, talk wit 'em go to court wit 'em, always in Newyork wit' 'em I never leave 'em, eat wit' em, sleep wit' 'em sit 'em on the sink nigga, take a leak wit' 'em (Bridge 1) (Sticky) My dogs is my fuckin' guns! my dogs is my fuckin' guns! my dogs is my fuckin' guns! my dogs is my fuckin' guns! bust your dogs, it's your fuckin' guns! |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(Sticky Talking)
C'mon man - oh my fucking God man.. Oh shit, what the fuck did I do? It's all my fucking fault man, it's all my fucking fault Fuck man, fuck am I doing man, why man Why God, why did you have to take her? Fuck.. (Sticky) Why? Why? Why God why? Everything I love always seems to die Answer me, speak to me, I don't hear you Answer me, motherfucker I ain't scared of you Is there even a God? Do you even exist? What I gotta do to speak to you slit my wrists? I'm talking to a God that I can't see Can you see me? Can you see me? (God) Are you confused my son, and scared? Let me make things more clear, so you're more aware (Sticky) Fuck who was that all this shit is freaking me (God) It is I God did you not say you wanted to speak with me? (Sticky) Bullshit I am talking to myself, I'm going insane (God) You are talking to yourself we are one of the same (Sticky) It can't be it must be the drugs I'm high And if you are then why are we born if we live to die? Is there life after death? What were we before birth? Why is this whole earth plagued and cursed? Is killing a sin is there life in other planets? Is adultery wrong did you write the ten commandments? (God) Excuse me my son, one question at a time We were never born, and we will never die In the essence, there Is no such thing as death How could I write commandments and not have them kept? The soul is eternal you just change form Then you come back with a new face on You can not limit love unless you lack understanding To answer you yes there is life in other planets The futures a mystery the past is history Today is a gift that's why it is called the present Life is so simple unless you make it confusing The wise ones stand us and the clever we are using (Sticky) Wait - God, there is so much I want to ask you God, God? Where are you? God I need to talk to you (Chorus) If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say? If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say? If you could talk to God (Sticky) Tell me, are there psychics that can speak telepathically? (God) Yes but if you use more than one tenth of the minds capacity (Sticky) I can't think I feel life going down the drain In the streets everywhere I am surround in pain (God) Don't think, your thoughts are just that- thoughts Your feelings will really erase what you been taught Feelings are the language of the soul the soul is truth I speak through you to aware the youth (Sticky) But why let the suffering go on why not just stop it? (God) In order for anything to exist, so much is opposite How can there be left if there was never right? How can something know death if it never knew life? How can you lose, if nobody won? How can it be dark if there was never a sun? That which is not grandeur, the soil still blessed Form must exist for part of themself to manifest (Sticky) But I never asked to be born, I hate my life And if you are God dammit then show me the light And tell me- what's the meaning of life? (God) The process of all life is an ongoing, never-ending process of recreation of self (Sticky) Is God a he or she is there one true religion? (God) I'm the Alpha, the Omega, the beginning and ending We are all one and everything is living (Chorus) If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say? If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say? If you could talk to God |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(feat. Canibus, Guess Who, Rah Digga, Redman)
[Rah Digga] Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin Prosecution set it with your opening statement [Canibus] Your honor, before we get started I'd like to give my condolences to the family of the dearly departed Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara His two year old daughter T'wanna And the baby's mamma Sandra [He's a murderer! That animal killed my baby's father!] [Rah Digga] Order in the court! [Canibus] I'm sorry for the outburst your honor I have an original copy of the police report January the 4th the day that Kirk Jones got caught The forensic report states there was a gun in the car And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm Baliff, could you please pass this report to Judge Battle Mr. Fitzpatrick there's a few questions I'd like to ask you You said you was outside the store in Manhattan So could you please tell this court what you saw happened [Superb] Yeah he killed Tyrone I saw everything, the argument, how son drawed, hose and everything The worst shit I saw in my life I wanna testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie [Canibus] Did you see that man in court today? Do you think that you could point him out? [Superb] Yes that's him right there [Canibus] Are you sure? [Superb] Yeah without a doubt Same nigga that took my Pumas but I aint hold no grudge Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood [Canibus] You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before In your opinion is he the type that would rob a jewelry store? [Redman] Your honor, objection! His opinion should be stricken from the record! [Rah Digga] Objection sustained, prosecution next question [Canibus] I'd like to call my next eyewitness Mr. Paul Dejour Paul could tell us what happened inside the store? [Scarred 4 Life] Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass And quicker that you could say, nigga kiss my ass He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask I saw somebody run up in the store and order us on the floor Yo I swore I was a goner for sure He tried to snatch Tyrone's bracelet It just appraised to the twenty grand and Tyrone wouldn't let him take it [Canibus] Is that the moment when he shot him? [Scarred 4 Life] Yeah man that's when he popped him I was so scared I laid there, played possum He started to blast this way, til the gat was empty He took the gun handle and broke the glass display He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor I can't remember no more, that's all that... [Canibus] Okay, okay calm down I have no further questions your honor [Rah Digga] Court is now in session, now gettin back to business Pat Haley for defense please call your first witness [Redman] Yeah aight your honor, I call up Henry Lace He's the witness that I'm cross examinin for the case [Guess Who] Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it It happened so fast, I didn't see alot of it But I know for a fact he stuck a gun to his esophagus [Redman] Wait, wait, wait objection your honor, his statement's preposterous There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages Remember Mr. Henry Lace you under oath [yeah I know] You lyin in the stand to get him fryin in the pan Now where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone You and holmes had beef before Kirk got home Was you mad because he came home bangin your chick [what you talkin 'bout?] Got your boys out the hood now they slangin and shit I know you mad that's why you in court, turnin on him Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him Come on you don't believe he murdered Tyrone I believe you wasn't there you just heard it by phone [Guess Who] Man you crazy man I was right there... [Redman- Yeah right... I read your rapsheet... Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk... [Sticky Fingaz] No he wasn't! He's lyin! Fuck you you liar! Man fuck that he's lyin he wasn't even there man! [He killed Tyrone man! Fuck that!] No I didn't! Man he's lyin man! He's lyin [Rah Digga] Order in the court now I'm warning you defense Tell your client take it down, matter fact 'proach the bench Counsel in my chambers so that we can situate Let the jury be excused so they can go deliberate... [Sticky Fingaz] Yo man, Mr. Haley what kind of defense is this man! What you doin man?! She gon' fuckin hang me man! No! Sh-she's got it in for me I'm tellin you man! You promised you'd get me off man! [Rah Digga] In the case of the State vs. Kirk Jones you heard it Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict GUILTY all counts from theft to murder one [Sticky Fingaz- Huh? Wha-wha-what?! GUILTY?!] By the time you gettin out you gon' have a grandson [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch! Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you Pat Haley!! [Rah Digga- What?! Get him out of my courtroom!!] Fuck the judge, fuck everybody!! [Rah Digga- Baliff, baliff remove him from my courtroom...] Fuck this shit!! I hope you all burn in hell!!! You're gonna die bitch!! Fuck you!!! [Rah Digga] You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this! You will be held for contempt of court, and anything else I can find that.... |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(featuring X1)
[Sticky and X1] Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? Everything I could get Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? ....I want it all Watchu want? Yo Yo ....I want everything.... I want everything Yo Yo Sticky Fingaz ...X1 Wha! ..Official Nas Yo Yo Yo [Chorus: Sticky and X1] I want the coke spots cartell the drug blocks I want mad guns four 5's and magnums I want my own club mad dough wit no love I want a dumb chick carry work or bust trips I want my own hood projects to boulevards I wanna wild out smoke blunts and blow hard I want more clothes ill crib and wardrobes I want your ice, your wife, or your life [X1] Yo Yo....The bottom line is I want everything the credit cards to the wedding ring Outta state strips would have to be basic 98 percent shit they could fiend brain shit face it X1 no doubt Im way sick I need weed spots at least 2 on each block You got 1s I got big heads in my knot How bout a drop top cranberry six wit deep dish Whore house wit nothin but cheap chicks Now peep this I wanna be rich Its no secret, but I was always known as a thief I want in on every crack sold in da street Holdin' da heat on top till Im old wit no teeth Blast 3 through your artery its hard killin me I love artillery particularly ap 1's is my specialty Especially I want ya'll to know Fuck ya'll niggas if you aint feelin' me [Chorus: Sticky and X1] I want drop tops, chop shops, and pay cops I wanna lay low wit police on pay roll I want the ill scam 5 g's off 10 grams I want hydro 5 pounds in garbage cans I want a bad bitch fat ass with no flaws I want 2 of dem' twins witout no draws I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome I want a crack house so fiends could black out [Sticky Fingaz] I want a hundred mil tax free in big unmarked bills If I dont get it, tampons for the blood Im'a spill I just want pull da trigger for the love of the thrill I just want battle niggas for they publishin' deals Im greedy, selfish, I hate this shit Want a different burner everyday to match my fear, What Meet Janet and Jennifer to have a threesome Fall out gettin brain don't wake up till 3 sumthin Want beef? nigga we could go squeeze nines Till you dead or wavin white flags and peace signs Want all my niggas free that got strikes three times And so much ice on my watch I could freeze time You violate, you get clapped in da head Want Big and Machiavelli to come back from the dead Want that cL500 coupe, chromed out platinum, (backround: whatchu mean?) What am i sayin', I got one [Chorus: Sticky and X1] I want more tecks, your presidential rolex I want 9 lives, you gotta kill me 9 times I want air play, from New York To L.A. I wanna murder shit, get caught and get away with it I want the good weed, light green with no seeds I wanna e-class, rob banks wit ski masks I want the basics, ice chains and bracelets, I want your necklace, the keys to your lexus I wanna hotel, strictly for dope sales I want Bo guard, max out your gold card I wanna hit stars, spend money in strip bars I wanna crime spree, bucket off sky free I want lump sums, cds and trust funds I want your wack rappers to stop biten my clik I want your props, I want your whole crew not, I want you punk niggas, just to get off my dick What! What! Watchu want? What! What! What! Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want?Watchu want? I want it all... Watchu want? I want everything... Watchu want?.. I want the whole fuckin world know wat I'm sayin?..... |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
[Eminem]
Yo I got an idea Let me go grab Sticky right quick **sounds of steps** Hey yo Stick, Stick [Sticky] Yo Slim Shady Yo I just had like a nightmah.. Wait it wasn't like a nightmare It was like a good dreah.. Well it wasn't a good.. (What was it?) Hey yo I just had a crazy dream man (What?) Yo, yo I dreamed I was white! (Ohhh) Chorus: Eminem If he was white What if he was white? What if he was white? What - If - He - Was - White? What if he was white? What if he was white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? Verse One: Sticky Fingaz Yo, yo What if I was white skin the same color as Eminem's? Blond hair, blue eyes The whole shibang I know one thing Police wouldn't always be watching me Pull me over for nothing, constantly jockin me (Can I get your autograph?) Yellow cabs in the cities that stop for me I wouldn't need caladeral to buy property If I was white Wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor SECURITY wouldn't follow me around the store Like I'd steal something (Maybe he might of stole something) Because I'm black I rob And automatically assume I ain't got no job On my own land I feel like an immigrant If I was white I wouldn't thought O.J. was innocent (He did it) Chorus: Eminem If I was white What if he was white? What if he was white? (Yo think about that) What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white (for a minute) What if he was white? What if he was (What if he was white?) white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?) What if he was white? What if he was white? What - If - He - Was - White? What if you were white? (what if he was white?) What if he was white, white, white, white, white,(STICKyyyy what if you were white?) white, white, white, white, white? Verse Two: Sticky Fingaz If I was white It would be a different world for me If I was white (ummmmmmmm?) What shade would I be? Would I be Redneck or Skinhead, prepi or high class? YOU PROBABLY LIVE IN A TRAILERPARK AND BE WHITE TRASH! In any case that be L-Slim right? (Yep) But there's a good and bad out of being white You can't say the N word without starting a fight (What's UP MY BROTHER?) True dance it'll be, I had two left feet Even if I was white Plaque still have a ghetto shit(How you doing?) Is it a minfo Or do I really have a little dick (Nah, it's true!) If I was white I would probably listen to hardcore rock and covered my ears when ever I heard Hip Hop (Ahhhhhhhhhhhh) Chorus: Eminem If he was white What if he was white? What if he was white? (What if he was white?) What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white What if he was white? What if he was white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?) What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white(ummmmmmmm?) What if he was white? (What if you were white?) What if he was white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?) Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz Yo,yo,yo, if I was white I probably wouldn't even think the same I watched Tennis and golf and bet on Hockey games (Red Wings Man) Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday If I was white I couldn't live around my way In it probably wouldn't never even been an Onyx shit I be serice sippin vadka and tonixs Smokin on them all on a marboral instead of a nueport I live in Long Island Instead of New York If I was white I probably couldn't dunk 'cause everybody knows white man can't jump (Nope!) And probably wouldn't be able to go to the trees spots 'cause all the niggas trend think I was a cop Chorus: Eminem If he was white What if he was white? What if he was white? What - If - He - Was - White?(Yo you can't say that) What if he was white What if he was white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? What if you were white? What if he was white? What - If - He - Was - White? What if he was white? What if he was white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? If he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white (What would you do if you were white?) What - If - He - Was - White? (What if you were white?) white, white, white, white, white, white, (What if you were white!!!!) white, white, white, white? What if he was white? What if he was white? white, white, white, white, white? What if he was white white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? [Eminem] Yo, what if I was White? uhh.. |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(featuring Still Livin & X1)
[story dialogue] Aight nigga hold it down baby, one love Aiyyo, yo Bruce - ohhh shit! Aiyyo nigga Yo I know this ain't that nigga Kirk Yo Bruce - yo Bruce, that that nigga Kirk? Look look, look at that nigga Who that Dez? - This Dez, whassup nigga? [Verse 1] Oh shit, nigga, when they let yo' ass out? What the fuck you been drinkin? Look like you bout to pass out [SF] Nah, I'm aight G just had a little Olde E You know me - tryin to keep it cool play it low-key You heard Brucey got knocked and Clay, he shot Fozee [SF] Yeah, I know G, damn that shit is fucked up right? Yo Bruce, you could drop me off at 57th & 9th Damn I would but I gotta pick up my seed and my wife Plus you be on some other shit and I don't need dirt in my life [SF] Come on nigga I got the gas money, plus I got this L You gon' shit on me son? I just got outta jail Yeah aight god but I ain't with the bullshit no more [SF] What you talkin bout man? Put that cigarette out [SF] Oh what, you don't smoke no more? Nah it's just a new car and don't slam my door [SF] Aight but on the way I need to make a stop at the store See, give a nigga a inch, he take a yard But you my dog, so I'ma keep it real with you God, come on [SF] Aight good looking nigga You better buckle up nigga (Chorus: repeat 2X) We live our life like this, we live our life like this We live our life like this, we live our life like this We live our life like this - why? [Verse 2] [SF] Aiyyo, pull over right there nigga (where?) Right beside that blue Lexus (where you goin?) I just gotta go pick up some money; I'll be back in a few seconds Yeah aight don't let a few seconds turn into some minutes cause I'll bounce on you nigga, tires burnin wheels spinnin [SF] Nigga you leave me? Your ass'll never hear the end of it Yeah aight God whatever man just hurry up and cut the bullshit ("Inside the jewelry store") "Aight you know what this is everybody on the motherfuckin floor. Take that shit off!" "Yo, I'm Tyrone Holmes. I ain't givin up nothin." "What nigga? (*two gun shots*) Fuck that. Motherfucker. Stop cryin!" ("Outside at the same exact time") Only two minutes double parked, here come cops Saw 'em in the rear view, that's when I heard shots I seen the store door open, it all happened in slow motion My man running with his gun smoking (Oh shit!) I'm ready to pull off and act like I don't know him [SF] Nigga, yo go nigga go, go, God You don't you see the cops? You buggin [SF] What? How they gon' catch us? We in a S-500 Nah, you lunatic ass nigga I ain't goin down for you [SF] Nigga we could get away but if we get caught, they gon' hang you too Damn [Chorus] - 1.5X [Verse 3] Now we doin bout a hundred miles per hour down back blocks About a million things on my mind, a nigga that hot This clown next to me, actin like he hit the jackpot [SF] Nigga what the fuck is your problem? I got the loot (What loot?) You beefin with me ain't gon' get us out of hot pursuit Yo, I heard shots, what was that? [SF] Some fool wouldn't give me his jewels See, you whylin God, I'm thinkin bout my wife and my kid Nigga my life, I ain't tryin to do no bid [SF] Nigga I think you actin scared, if you really wanna know You drivin too slow - YO nigga keep your eyes on the road You almost spun outta control on that last pothole Slow your role Kirk Jones son you just don't know (I don't know what?) Yo the way I feel right now, I never felt iller How you gon' crab me like this and violate a nigga? [SF] Violate you? Nigga you tryin to front on me? Remember I'm the nigga in this bitch that got the heat and before the cops catch me I'm holdin court in the street You think I'm gon' let the cops get you, arrest you (Now you thinkin) handcuff you? You crazy? I wanna kill you (What?) You selfish motherfucker you ain't seein the light Remember I was supposed to be pickin up my seed and my wife (Shut up) Now I'm a wanted accomplice in a jewelry heist [SF] Fuck, you want me to say I'm sorry I swear, look me in my eyes But if you gon' act like a bitch nigga then let me drive "Yo son what the fuck you doin God?" "Yo fuck that." "Get off the steerin wheel." "Yo fuck that nigga, you act like a real pussy nigga." "Yo, you whylin son, you gon' make me crash!" [Chorus] ("The assalaints begin to fight in their own stupidity. Instead of working together to get away, they do the exact opposite - and wind up heading for a tragic situation. Now I'll let you hear the rest.") "Yo, yo relax. I got this, I got this God!" {*argument continues, car crashes*} [Sticky Fingaz] Oh shit! Yo, yo - yo Bruce! Oh shit.. {*trying to help*} Come on man, come on man, you be aight man Yo yo, it's not that bad man, it's not that bad man Trust me - yo would I lie to you man? Trust me man (I don't think I'ma make it God) Oh shit.. it's gon' be alright man (Tell my wife I love her) Yo Bruce man, don't don't fuckin die on me man {*song bleeds into the next track "Oh My God"*} |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
Now a days it's easier to get a gun than a education
That's why kids in trench coats shoot up they schools And parents out live they kids And sex, the thing that bring life also take it away When you say this is a wonderful world, ha-ha-ha-ha (Sticky Fingaz) I've seen trees of green, red roses too I seen 'em bloom for me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world I've seen skys of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day The dark sacred night And I think to myself What are wonderful world The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by Sayin' How do you do? I've seen friends shaking hands I hear babies cryin' They're really sayin' "I love you" I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll ever know And I think to myself What a wonderful world Yes, I think to myself Ohh, yeahhh What a wonderful world |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
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) |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
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... |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
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... |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
[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] |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
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 |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
(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 |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
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 |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
[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 |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
[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 |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
[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 |
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from Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (1999)
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 |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
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 |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
[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) |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
[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! |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
[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! |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
[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*) |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
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 |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
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 |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
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 |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
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 |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
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" |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
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 |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
[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! |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
[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 |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
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) |
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from Onyx - Shut 'Em Down (1998)
[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] |
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from Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz - Make It Reign (1998)
I walk holdin my balls, About an inch from the wall, Keep hips hypnotized as if My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in, Nigga keep a headlock, Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G, Peas don't eevr doubt it, |
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from Sunset Park (썬셋 파크) by Miles Goodman [ost] (1996)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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!!! |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
[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. |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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!!! |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
{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!) |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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! |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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- |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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 |
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from Onyx - Bacdafucup (1995)
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 |
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