Onyx

Miscellaneous

F**k Dat

Yo Turn that s**t up word up

Afficial Nasty n***as F**k Dat

Ya n***as is dead a*s

Know what I'm sayin'

We're payin' my n***az ' All City 'n s**t

Word up Yo Mega F**k Dat

Rip that Brooklyn s**t n***a

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

N***az 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 n***as 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

F**k Dat That's the All City s**t

Yo Greg Valentine

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 s**t'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'

N***az holdin' they ice wild bust on a slice

Yo it's too often too hot in this ghetto meldin' pot

Put out these fagat a*s n***as 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 F**k Dat

Yo Sticky

Wassup n***a

Come here n***a F**k Dat

Let these muthaf**kaz know n***a

I want some NEW s**t

Afficial Nast What

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 s**t I cut out ya tongue son I'm in this rap s**t 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 muthaf**kin' muthaf**kin' 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' a*s gotta FRIE

Soon as life is for a life without no remorse

You f**ked up BIG TIME you should've finished me off n***a

What F**k Dat F**k Dat

Afficial Nast what up

Yo Lefty I got a new n***a for ya n***az

Yo F**k Dat Step up and s**t

I roll with gat swingers that bay arms like tanktops

A bunch of problem bringers that an a*s 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 f**kin' 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 f**k it it's even get it get got so what

Bring it I'm closin' now shut I don't give a F**K 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 n***az just press G O

While shoot outs reachin' for the glocks on my way to gettin' d**gs

Still spittin' ya 3 60 pill I was drugged up in a sixth still s**tTIN' ya

Call it murder besides anybody TRY to here missin'

F**k Dat Yo X 1 n***a

What n***a

Ya betta f**kin' do this s**t n***a

What what what what

F**k Dat Afficial Nasty n***as

F**kin' takin' this streets That n***as is dead

All you crack n***az 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 s**t n***a What

Kick the our f**kin' s**t F**k 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 n***a tripple the course

I cripple your boss what

F**k Dat Afficial Nast n***a

F**k Dat Afficial Nast n***a

F**k Dat F**k Dat Afficial Nast n***a

F**k Dat Afficial Nast n***a

Word up F**kin' All City

Muthaf**kin' Onyx

Muthaf**kin' Fredro Starr talkin' to you n***a

F**kin' Sonsee n***a What da f**k is up

Yo Sticky wassup n***a Gangreen in this muthaf**ka

Bubba Smith 'n s**t Back da f**k up everybody up

My n***a too dirty up in this muthaf**ka

Know what I'm sayin

DJ LS Afficial Nast n***a F**k any DJ yo F**k Dat

Any DJ n***a Afficial Nast

Word up F**k Dat n***az don't know My muthaf**kin' broher is sayin' F**k Dat

Big Chris F**k Dat n***az ain't seein' s**t Afficial Nast Yo eat 'em up

Get da f**k up outta here

*Car rushin' away*