Onyx Veronica

[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) {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

[Sonsee:] 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

[Sonsee:] 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

[Sonsee:] 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}

[Sonsee:] 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

[x6]

Onyx The Tunnel

[Intro: Fredro Starr]

Yeah! Yeah we takin niggas back

You know what I’m sayin?

It’s sunday night, Westside Highway, 27th and 1th avenue

The notorious, home of the juxs, home of the robberies

Home of the bodies, the illest club in New York, The Tunnel

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

Yo! Let’s take it back to The Tunnel, where the hoods will run upon you

For the jux son, as soon as they play (Shook Ones)

The wolves from Brooklyn, always roll deep

(Who Shot Ya?) Somebody gettin rocked to sleep

Security make you take your Timbs off in the winter

And walk through the metal detectors before you enter

When you get inside, might be a homicide

With that New York hip hop, somebody might get shot

This is where they snatch jewels razors will splash you

Flex screamin out in the club don’t let ’em gas you

Niggas takin pictures of money you know, cash rules

Bitches givin head, in the unisex bathroom

This is hell where the criminals dwell

Half the goons in the club just came home from jail

Other half couldn’t come ’cause they couldn’t make bail

It’s cold on the Westside (It ain’t hard to tell)

In The Tunnel!

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz (Snowgoons scratchin)]

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! (L-L-Let’s take it way way back!)

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! (L-L-Let’s take it way way back!)

[Verse 2: Cormega (Snowgoons scratchin)]

Posted up, goons ferocious jewels cold as fuck

Those who dream about schemin, we woke ’em up

My Fort Greene niggas was born to squeeze triggers

My Queens regime was at the bar deep chillin

The Tunnel was the place for all the street niggas

You know it’s real

You can go in there and see people you know from jail

Home at last holdin stacks and dough in hand

Moment in silence Big L was always there

And Chris Lighty ran The Tunnel, he was the man

I’ve seen Diddy buy the bar out and shut it down

Please believe Free and Nitty didn’t fuck around

I walked the crowd with Tims on because my style

Is New York to the fullest, we don’t bow

All the dudes who want the crown are fuckin clowns

The Tunnel is proof, street niggas run this town

(L-L-L-L-L-L-L)

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz (Snowgoons scratchin)]

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! (L-L-Let’s take it way way back!)

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! (L-L-Let’s take it way way back!)

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]

Stickin niggas at The Tunnel is how I use to eat

Soon as you step foot on that cobblestone street

And this is the same spot where Hype shot Belly

You could get popped, end up gettin shot in yo’ belly

Come through stuntin like yo’ ass is bad

You’ll get juxed up sent out in a plastic bag

This the grimiest club in the whole city

I’m talkin stick up kids, murderers, NYPD

Westside on 27th down the block from the projects

Just walk into The Tunnel you’ll get shot up and carjacked

I partied with killers, rapers and lifers

If it wasn’t for the bitches you would think it’s Rikers

That’s back when, I never smiled alot

Was on my (New York State Of Mind) shit around the clock

And it wasn’t just niggas from the N.Y.C.

It was C.T., D.C., V.A., P.A., N.C., L.I., M.D., N.J.

At The Tunnel!!!

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz (Snowgoons scratchin) {Papoose}]

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! (L-L-Let’s take it way way back!)

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! {Papoose, Pa-poose}

[Verse 4: Papoose]

Sticky, ‘mega and Fredro Starr black ski mask hoodies and crowbars

Hip Hop purist prestige lyrical flow gods

Grew up in The Tunnel we came here to expose y’all

To the most dangerous night club in the whole world

Unemployed ex-cons thugs thuggin with no job

Chain snatchin stick up killers who came to go rob

Pocket nife gemstar boxcutters to blow y’all

Drug traffickin coke, pills and hydro jars

Fly diva hoodrat dime bitches with no draws

Fingerwaves braids and shades givin out blowjobs

Walked around the corner The Tunnel line is so long

Skipped everybody, Brooklyn niggas is so strong

The ice grill era, face fightin get stoned on

Punch you in face and givin you a fuckin nose job

Them bougie clubs and day parties control y’all

The real recognize the real we don’t even know y’all

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz (Snowgoons scratchin)]

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! (L-L-Let’s take it way way back!)

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! (L-L-Let’s take it way way back!)

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! (L-L-Let’s take it way way back!)

The Tunnel! (Let’s take it back)

Let’s take it back to The Tunnel!!! (L-L-Let’s take it way way back!)

Onyx Slam Harder

[Intro: music from “Welcome Back Kotter”]

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! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C’mon)

What! What! What! What!

Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C’mon)

[Chorus: x2]

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! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C’mon)

[Fredro Starr]

Aiyyo we back in the e-zay

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! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C’mon)

[Chorus]

[Onyx]

What! What! What! What!

Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C’mon)

[Sonsee]

Bigger than the streets’ anthems, you stealin’ the flow

Reppin’ 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

(GRRRRRRR) 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! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C’mon)

[Chorus]

[Onyx]

What! What! What! What!

Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) 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! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C’mon)

[Chorus]

[Onyx]

What! What! What! What!

Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C’mon)

What! What! What! What!

Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C’mon)

Onyx Overshine

[Sticky Fingaz]

Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a nickel sack

From Vange Hill to Moon, you touch me, I got to get you back

Roll on the stolen V’s with he-ho chase you

Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation

We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender

I’m the number one contender

I got a new game plan, strictly sportin name brand

Layin in the pound hunted, footin through your town blunted

On some shit that get you burnt throats

Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated

Never been B-rated, my 5 plated, is how I get fights

I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights

[Chorus: All City]

I’m daily thinkin of a life gleamin

That life we in, how to obtain, and what’s the meanin

The fact that cash rules, these last days

We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules

True soldier, no matter the goal

We gettin closer, for bitch ass niggas, it’s just about over

I’m in it for the long haul, this goes out

To all my true livin dogs and my SOHO

[Fredro Starr]

Don’t talk about it, make it happ’

Don’t fake it chap

The hennecy act, got you light gat

You wanna block, try to hold nine

Son you livin on my time, don’t try to Overshine

Play your p, play your position

I stay with G, stay on a mission

Precisely, good, wit game, I’m nicely

Shifftee son, still shiesty

You in your eight fifty, ridin shotgun

If you can count your money, you ain’t got none

And bitches beat they game tight

Baby, get the name right, see G. comin, like a train light

And niggas be don pretending

But I’m armed and bendin, so they can get the John Lennon

Hundred dollar gator players

Silk shirts and champagne, don’t know a thing about the damn game

[Chorus]

[Sonsee]

My artistic creation, or decoration will set the nation

With AlphaStation of lyric lacin, for all occasions

Engagements and events, for big dollars and cents

Makin niggas past tense, it’s consequence

All I see around me, makes up the place

But if you don’t hold down your space, you quickly get erased

Don’t waste, a thought, thinkin

I ain’t gon’ be bringin the guns that grants hole

To my body, dead and stinkin

Watch as I back draft, on the last glass, and trap crash

Catch the hash blast, when I puff the black wrath

Learn the tricks of the trade, to be self made

Those who slept, stay where they started and got played

[Chorus]

Onyx Strike Bac

[Verse 1 – Fredro Starr:]

Bulletproof, window blast on shatter

They wildin’ out, like black lives don’t matter

The other day be, yo, the beast try to play me

It’s war zone, in the hood they brought the navy

Arm rest, protest to stay seven

Guns that kill the strong black men like James Evans

Daytime, we try to keep that shit peaceful

Nightfall, I’m out lootin’ with the people

Police shootin’, tear gas rubber bullets

The end of the world, ain’t no other way to put it

Pearl Harbor, lookin’ like Okinawa

Even through the thick of it all, we smokin’ sour

Repeat felons, gotta send the street yellin’

Fuck that, I have a dream speech to [?]

Excelling lives, world news Wolf Blitzer

Don’t be a sheep and let the wolf get ya

[Hook:]

Ayo we strike back

Take one of mines, take one of yours

Yo we strike back

Take one of mines, take one of yours

We strike back

Take one of mines, take one of yours

Yo we strike back, strike back, strike back, strike back

[Verse 2 – SickFlo:]

I trust none

Just got a new forty, ain’t scared to bust some

I do accordingly, disorderly, the custom

The outrage city life like Ukraine

Cops shoot my youths like, Saddam Hussein

They shifty, we shot ’em down, kick ’em like Liu Kang

Dare ’em to buc bac, what what, my crew bangs

It’s no game, P’s waitin’ to take ya life

Burglaries, murderers, meet the viper when I strike

Man, blam on the bama open like a open ’em like

With the hammer, if they crooked meanings see I ain’t got no type

Hit ’em up, officer O’Connor, I’m Obama

Lit ’em up, ya dig? Pigs feel the karma

No drama, I’ve been a terror to this darkness

But due to my dark skin, I’m a movin’ target

We strike back, here’s one for Pow, one for Martin

One for Rice, one for Bellin and another for Eric Garner

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Sticky Fingaz:]

The court system ain’t got no honor

Only I can judge me and may hail burn the marijuana

Word to Obama, where’s my change?

Man that shit ain’t been abolished the problem is, we’re still enslaved

We at war, with five-o

My eyes saw, you can see the pain in my soul

Demonstrate, entire state, stand up hands up

Surrender and you still get blamed up

Sike, it gon’ be no more compliance

New alliance, we ain’t against using virus

They don’t care you can get shot like a dog

Cause these cops think they on top of the law

These ain’t no lies, why you actin’ all surprised

There’s a million more, crooked cops takin’ their lives

We survived, bust shots to rotten apple

Stay in your map, it’s a trap, you being shackled

[Hook x2]

Onyx We Don’t Fuckin Care

[Chorus: Onyx]

We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!

We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!

We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!

Who the fuck in here?!!!

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

Yeah, I guess I’m the guest of honor, I’m guilty

I guess, your honor why niggas wanna test my honor

It’s honor amongst thieves I run with petty crooks

Schemin on niggas like yo, that baby shook

But he looked, to the ground, when you look him up and down

Be by my Brooklyn side, you let the crooks inside

And pride could be a man’s worst killer

I’d rather starve than be a purse stealer

The worst feel us, ’cause we comin from a dark place

I see the light, niggas runnin up on Park Place

Every night you got the narcs chasin (Narcs chasin)

The feds place every night will have your heart racin

Half my niggas facin time in the system

Never gave a fuck type of niggas don’t listen, when you tell ’em

Fall back or you’re gonna be a felon but they keep on rebellin

[Chorus: Onyx]

We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!

Who the fuck in here?!!!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]

Hello, I’m Fergie Fergie, diamond teeth lookin pearly

Rowdy here with the worst than lord baby have mercy

Boy I could get dirty you rappers never concern me

Talkin ’bout you the best your vision is gettin blurry

Nigga I’m the God from Trinidad spittin curry

Eatin you rappin niggas and spit the shit from the turd

‘Cause you nigga is through I’ll put you niggas in suits

Poppin your tops off like you niggas is coupes

Your bitch ‘gon blow my team up my crew niggas is zeus

Willie Lynch with the flow I’ll put you niggas in nooses

Get thrown off the roof like you Bishop in Juice

Forty below Tims I’m sportin my Bishop boots

What comes out of that is known as the deuce deuce

I (Pew Pew) you pew when I’m sprayin the perfumre

Devil is wearing Pada I’ll put him in dirrt room

Devil you gonna holla you leavin this earth soon

It’s like, right about now ’cause it’s passin your curfew

[Chorus: Onyx]

We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!

Who the fuck in here?!!!

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]

Why should I fuckin care?! I never had shit!

Moms gave birth to me on a pissy mattress

Pops disappeared nigga taught me mad shit

My idea of fun growin up is doin bad shit

The first licks that I hit was fo’ laughs

No friends, I come around and niggas haul ass

As far as I can ‘member I been on the warpath

I would, rob Peter and take all Paul cash

So I’m, glad I was born with this eye like that

With all them shiesty niggas gotta see behind my back

My face the last thing you see besides my strap

Birth take nine months but with a nine mill’ you die like that!

So I’m lookin out for number one the world made me selfish

Prayin is fuckin dumb we all goin to hell bitch!

But I’m a mortal live forever like a shellfish

Only the strong survive preyin off the helpless

[Chorus: Onyx]

We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!

Who the fuck in here?!!!

[Verse 4: Sean Price]

P! Bars will diminish your show tunes

Best by far with Onyx and the Snowgoons

Been tragic, my raps, been magic

I pitch rocks with one arm, I’m Jim Abbott

You been slackin what happened? I’ve been rappin

Gem snatchin and laughin at your mens fashion

P! The best is go guess

My full crep on niggas you dress like Mos Def

Uh! Fuck all that dumb shit

I’ll rip your arms off and use them shits for drumsticks

Your mama in jail your father is frail

Your sister a call girl duke ‘gon bomb her and sell

Uh! Sean don’t know better

A whole ‘lot of cheddar Raekwon no low sweater

The end of the verse, send me your purse you bitch!

[Chorus: Onyx]

We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!

We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!

We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!

Who the fuck in here?!!!

Onyx Piro

What, I don’t give a fuck boy

Middle fingers up to you fuckboys

Onyx D.O.D yeah we mob boy

D.O.P.E black rock boy

Drop boyz the illest in the ozone

No clone I be bad to the bone holmes

So stoned take a dab of the home grown

Phone home like an extraterrestrial

Out of this world bitch

Your rap shit’s terrible

Talk the talk Walk the walk oh you never do

Chop your head off then I put it on a pedestal

Clean up the tools had a scheme but you never knew

You never knew and you never will know

Crack your window take that Nintendo

Ketamin flow five high five low

Oh psycho five-o die slow

I’m a piro maniac

Ready for the sneak attack

Niggas know the Reaper back

Burning through your speaker set

We ain’t getting weaker yet

Sudden death

100 MAD

Understand

They got us living in the last days

Sounds like the sounds of war

What, we saying fuck all you bitch niggas

Guns up, we stickin all you rich niggas

Onyx D.O.D take your bitch niggas

When you see us coming better dig a ditch niggas

We put em six feet deep underground yo

I’m going in for the kill hold me down Dro

Ey yo I got it Stick I’ma hold it down bro

I kill em all till you won’t hear a sound yo

We black mask it niggas get blasted

Black suits black hearse black caskets

Black boots bald head black bastards

We tear the club up niggas yeah we crashed it

Fuck their live shows I’ve seen better raps on gyro’s

I got that piro nigga my shit go viral

Let that five blow Dro only you and I know

Check your vitals suicide on arrival

Pull ya plug out the socket

Let this club get to poppin

Give a fuck who is watching

Push shove we drop em

I ain’t wanna do it but I did it now it’s done

And I’d do it all again cause it had to be done

Onyx Gangsta

[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

Onyx Getto Mentalitee

[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

Cuz 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 fuckin 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, cuz 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 fuck 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 x8]

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 fuckin 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 cuz 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, cuz 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 fuck, 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]

Onyx O.N.Y.X. RMX

[Fredro Starr]

Turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

All real niggaz turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

All real bitches turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

All real niggaz turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [gun shots]

Thug recognise thug

We all blood when we feel shots from a slug

You think the kid boutta ice thata cool off

Fuck ice you cant floss in the fucking warm

Summer nights son its time to put the Benz up

And copp the Hummer with the bullet proof rims what

To burn purple haze livin in the last dayz

They fly planes kinda low where my PJ’s

Where the money at? Bombs droppin from the sky

I’m tryin live it up and fuck as much before I die

To the death till my last breath, guns high

Thats when you ride for your projects

What you rep [gun shots]

Fuck that, O.N.Y.X.

Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (REMIX)

Yo, Yo O.N.Y.X.

Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (REMIX)

[Sticky Fingaz]

Is you ready for the D-Day

A thousand motha fuckas runnin on the freeway

Feel the heat nigga, shit abouta back lash

In the streets smokin dro through a gas mask

I had to trade in my roli and my cross piece

For automatics, ammo I [gun shots] need more heat

Terrorists, bomb threats in the night club

Drivin over mine fields on crome dubs

And through all the lootin and the stampedes

I be drinkin champagne through a cantine

So fuck it, till they nuke us get your ones up [gun shot]

Thats right thats the anthem get your guns up

Uhhhh huh

Its the O.N.Y.X.

We got you whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (R-E-M-I-X)

Its the O.N.Y.X.

We got you whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (R-E-M-I-X)

[Genovese]

Yeah, yo

Hot ones echo through the battlefield

Hollow points flyin by piercin through ya shield

Ya here the wall cry

Fuck it throw ya guns high

Now what you prayin for bitch we gonna all die

And while you gather up your armed troops

We pushin tanks throwin dank out the sunroof

Theres no hope killas chanted out they war charols

Cut throats snortin coke through a gun barrel

Ain’t no point tryna save no civilians

Got kids runnin up pullin out grenade pins

Blowing buildings up

Duck when ya hear the shots

Flame throwers 1M-1’s melt your whole block

Pressure building up

Know when to run high suicide bombers flying in the high rise

Raise shots above us

Fuck till we get paid

Or in the [?] we pray these the last dayz

Thats right its the O.N.Y.X.

Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots thats right (R-E-M-I-X)

Thats right its the O.N.Y.X.

Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots thats right (R-E-M-I-X)