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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 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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