Onyx Slam

Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh – Let the boys be boys!) [x2]

[Verse 1:]

Well, it’s another (What!?) In the gutter (What!?) Ghetto runnin’ ’em

Troublesome – Extra double dum; I come to beat ’em

Defeat ’em and mistreat ’em – so what if that I’m cheatin’?

Now everyone wanna say I’m grimy (Yeah, I know!)

I’m-a show ya’ how; Come on! (All in together now!)

Yeah, ooh, yeah – YEAH! – That’s how it’s gotta be, so

Stop tryin’ to be loud as me, ’cause you can’t do that!

Think about it! Playin’ Russian roulette with an automatic,

I put my ass against the line, the last bullet is first – on line

Toughest step, and I rep and I run; Packin’ a weapon is wild!

Peace to the brothers on Ryker’s Isle – Toughen up; A-tremble-em-ba-lin

Like a crimin-a-million puffs I took: I – ooh, my God, I’m so high!

Just they say, “Hey, Rodney, ” say, “You look like a –

– Grem-a-lin!” A What!? Just they say to make a kid

Make a million children slam! Slam! SLAM!

Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh – Let the boys be boys!) [x4]

[Verse 2:]

I’m the mean ‘n nasty, greedy-smashing, ever-slow-gasser (Ooh!)

Strictly swift blast of the raspy-rasp basher (Aah!)

That I provide – I provide that you was cheap!

Beside the ghetto vibe make me flip like Jeckle and Hyde (Of Course!)

I come across with the pure, for sure

Un-adult-a-rated, un-conformed

Disgusted! Busted! You wanna touch it! Too hot!

You forgot, you’re not ready! Your head could get ruptured!

Hit between the eyes; I plan to vandalize

I supply the static (I roll with the bad guys!)

The villians (Yup), Crooks (HA), biters and the fighters!

See the big wreck? Could ya’ if ya’ look inside of

My mind: It’s graphic. Expressed it. Grasp it.

So, kill the copy cat – I can’t: It’s all mastered!

Directed it. When ya’ least expected it

And thought it was safe, ONYX hit you in the face, so SLAM!

Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh – Let the boys be boys!) [x4]

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]

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 ([Sonsee:] 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 Sticky Fingers

It’s 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 with a scam, a foolproof plan

B-boys make some noise, and just, JUST SLAM!

Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh – Let the boys be boys!) [x8]

SLAM!

Onyx Throw Ya Gunz

[Intro:]

Take em out, take em out, bring em out dead

Shine em up, shine em up, shine the bald head

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You’re, mine, it’s all about crime

Onyx! [echoes]

[Verse 1: Suave]

It’s time to get live, live, live like a wire

I set a whole choir on fire (UHH!)

Well done, on the grill, shot skills kills

and no frills – they try to diss me? They gettin crispy

Ha, ha hah hah, AND WE DO IT LIKE THIS

In fact, [?] and jack Jack’s

Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care

Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear

Stick-up’s assassin, traction new reaction

These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the All Madden

Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick

[?] Infinite that gets crashed like a rented

The shit they write is black and white; well mines got mad color

Ain’t that right, my blood brother?

Word up, raise it up!

We do it with the crew that don’t give a fuck

So throw ya gunz in the air, throw ya gunz in the air

Buck buck like you don’t care

[Verse 2: Fredro Starr]

Uh-oh!! Heads up, cause we’re droppin some shit

On your now shot-skills, Onyx tec-9 for a while

Keep your eyes open in the fight, I’ma swell em

The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I’ma sell em (sell em)

To all competition slide back then listen

I’m kickin all that, shit to the doormat

Claimin this domain, cause mad pains

Blood stains, long range – got gats!

Crazy clips, I sink ships, cuttin faces like a pirate

I’ve never caught a flood, for the mad shit that I did

Heard, you got the word so observe

I shatter and splatter bodies that blows and bust nerds, OPEN!

I always leave my barrel smokin

Throw ya gunz in the air

And buck buck like you just don’t care

Just throw ya gunz in the air

And buck buck like you just don’t care

Just throw ya gunz in the air

And buck buck like you just don’t care

Just throw ya gunz in the air

And buck buck like you just don’t care

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]

Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die

Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie

Cause I’m havin a bad day, so stay out of my way

And what the pistol packin people say you better obey

Just in the nick of time, I commit the perfect crime

Rip my heart, from my chest, put it right into a rhyme 9YEAH!

I don’t feel pain cause it’s all in the mind

And what’s – mines is mines and, yours is mine

Don’t fuckin blink or I’ma rob yo’ ass blind

Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine

So what the plumber got boy buck buck buck buck

It’s like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G

I’m a bald head with a kinfe

I want your money or your life

So, so, so, so?

So throw ya gunz in the air

And buck buck like ya just don’t care

Just throw ya gunz in the air

And buck buck like you just don’t care

Just throw ya gunz in the air

And buck buck like you just don’t care

Just throw ya gunz in the air

And buck buck like you just don’t care

[Outro:]

We the motherfuckin Onyx!

And we don’t give a flying motherfuckin fuck

Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man

Fuck that, yo DS we comin man, we got the bail

We got the bail, we gonna break you out man

Fuck that, yeah!

We the fuck up out of this piec

Onyx Street Nigguz

[Chorus: x2]

(Street niggaz!) Gettin high all the time

(Street niggaz!) Fuck beef and draw the nine

(Street niggaz!) Always yellin fuck the cops

(Street niggaz!) We the niggaz that call the shots

[X-1]

Street niggaz love to flip, puttin’ slugs in clips

While in out with Bloods and Crips, on some shit

Leavin’ you ripped is totally sick

I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin’ serious chips

You on a curious a trip way out of your whack

Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how ’bout that?

Holdin’ my aim, with ways to wreck

Never know what to expect

Respect a hole in you chest

My mind is set, it’s time for death, rewind your steps

The way that I’m doin’ you is everyday screwin’ you

Off the top, make money off of rocks

On and off the block, bouncin’ off on cops

Whose the next street star? Kid, you’d love to be next

But it’s X-1, kid, in the luxury Lex’

Wit’ a ghetto type style

Heat for beef that we can settle right now.. street niggaz

[Chorus]

[Fredro Starr]

Street niggaz spend they last on weed, smoke to the roach

Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap

Bust fo’ guns off the roof, drink overproof

Roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night (ee-yah!!)

Everyday niggaz gamblin, pumpin drugs scramblin

My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin in

Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff a eight

Suffocate, jail nigga liftin weight – fuck the Jake!

We break laws, snuffin motherfuckers breakin jaws

Robbin liquor stores, reppin ghetto niggaz dirty drawers

Never hesitate to blast; kick your fuckin ass

Fuck work – nigga take cash, with the quick fast

Open cases, where razors, lay open faces

Paid niggaz got guns wit lasers, SkyPagers

Chrome rims and loud systems

So at the light you make the white people listen

You five days out the prison – WE

[Chorus]

[Sonsee]

Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act

Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that

We back, we at the place, contact react

Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats

For violation of [?], whichever come first

Love for money could hurt, it’s a thirst, we splurge

In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early

Swervin’, packin’ big power, maxin’ six hours

Up in the Expo, (E bowel[?])

For beef, the heat, the vowel

Caught up in them street showers

Buckun’ the same clips, fuckin’ the same chicks

The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick

Street niggaz regulatin’

Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips

High speed car chases

The inner belly beast dwellin’

Born and raised, extortin’ for days

Leavin’ motherfuckers more than grazed

[Chorus]

[Sticky Fingaz]

I’m a street nigga; fuck wit me get shot in the brains

They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?!

This is not a game, kid I know my math

I walk around with my pants hangin off my ass

I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! This nigga here’s too rugged

I pull out my dick and take a piss in public

Smokin weed, drinkin brew, that’s all I do

Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew!

Police in the rearview, always runnin my plates

I kept a, poker face and a gun in my waist

Off safety, cocked with, one in the head

The first nigga frontin gettin dropped with one in the head

I got no respect for life; my mom’s on drugs

You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit nuttin but thugs

I’m so trife, hope I can live another night

And I fear no man, I swear on my mother’s life

Cuz I’m a…

[All] Street nigga

[Chorus (without first ‘all’ sentence)]

[All] Street nigga!

Onyx One 4 Da Team

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz]

You can run, but you can’t hide when you know it’s comin!

It’s comin! It’s comin! It’s comin!

You can run, but you can’t hide when you know it’s comin!

It’s comin! It’s comin! It’s comin!

You can run, but you can’t hide when you know it’s comin!

It’s comin! It’s comin! It’s comin!

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

Look at what we started, this ain’t for the weak hearted

Time to restart it, bring it bakc and recharge it

And recall us, we’re gonna kill these weak artist

We are the street artist, here to peak this week’s chart list

Charged with riot anxiety ’cause Onyx starts riots

And inggas know the good time to find it

Onyx get the crowd excited

And hype niggas up, and only loud niggas abiding

You got indicted for two counts of acting reckless

Snatch your necklace, you know I got the toast to pack a breakfast

The night says ghetto, where every nigga in they waste got a metal when you can’t escape the ghetto

Where your trapped in where your into action

Ready for any interaction

We’ve got the gats when we enter the premises

Two shots make a family reminisce

[Chorus: Onyx & Reks]

When they jump off (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

One for the team! (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

When they dump off (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

One for the team! (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

When they jump off (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

One for the team! (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

When they dump off (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

One for the team! (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

[Verse 2: Reks]

Reks! When they jump off and dump off, take one for the team

For the bloodline, the A-alike, the DNA the genes

Pledge allegiance any means a hostile Malik El-Shabazz

Proud to hold my beliefs and my peeps from the streets

Alot of Queens for regime stand solid

Our dream is just to dream without progress

Profit with my profits, buildin with disciples in the process

And Snowgoons souls turn blacker than the Onyx

Master the ebonics and the violence intervention

Death talks similiar to climate

Climate to the summit, to drama climax

They see the jewels tell you run it

Know deep know your mind you don’t want it

Yappin your mouth is cheap momentum you get confronted

Your not a thug, ’cause you come from it

You gotta hold down, you great now

Where you gonna be when it go down?

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]

I thought it was a wrap but hip hop kept callin me

I’m Pookie, smoke everything on a song with me

So I started thinking something wrong with me

But no! I got a feel in the show

Kill a man your a murderer kill them all your a God

I was raised behind bars, born in the yard

And they take me that long to be all of the yard

Now who you know that it’s hard for me?!

Divine intervention nobody fathered me!

I’m a psychic, you don’t want to start with me!

I could tell your future it’s gonna end horribly!

I’m always in the crowd ’cause I dive on my fans

Niggas don’t wanna battle ’cause I rhyme with my hands

Hit you with the punchline, all open hand

Love me or hate me I don’t give a damn

[Chorus: Onyx & Reks]

When they jump off (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

One for the team! (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

When they dump off (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

One for the team! (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

When they jump off (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

One for the team! (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

When they dump off (TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!!!)

One for the team! (TAKE ONE!!!)

Onyx Phat

(Phat phat..)

[Chorus: Onyx]

Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah

We’re phat ‘n’ alla dat!

Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah

We’re phat ‘n’ alla dat!

[Fredro Starr]

It’s the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper

Proof I’ve been right, damn right, the gun gripper

Look, no hands but damn, ooh I got a handle

Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks

Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen

Den discuss ’em when I be bustin with my crews, and crimies

How ya like dat? Phat da-dat da dah-dah, huh

Rat-a-tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son

Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders

I know you’re breakin on the phat tracks we’re makin

So Sonee Seeza, you’re next up to bat

Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat!

[Chorus]

P-H-A-T! (Phat phat..)

[Sonee Seeza]

Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazy’s place

Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks

Not a re-run, but it’s fatter than [?]

I’m rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with Sasquatch

I’m here to let you know, Onyx won’t lack what it takes

I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath

Kind of like a diamond; I’m a hard black kid

Move me think you’re schemin to get the semen out my

cock-a-doodle-doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?

These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin

Straight up, you had enough? I’m callin your bluff

Body offender, so surrender, kid you ain’t tough

You can get some phatter stuff (huh) I got it

but first just purchase my joint, you can’t be without it

It’s P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)

P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T!

P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)

P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T!

P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)

P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T!

P-H-A-T! (Phat phat..)

[Sticky Fingaz]

Every ten years, they unleash phat sound

Well it’s time for Sticky Fingaz, God’s gift to the underground

For cryin out loud, it’s enough you’re makin sick and I

wants revenge can I die for my music?

You don’t understand, I worship hardcore

They never shoulda let me get my boot in the door

And if you think that’s a bluff, then you got me all wrong son

Gettin phat like this is easier said than done

Raise up, rise and shine!

I woke up on wrong side of the bed this time

Now it’s time to get phat, ‘N’ all of DAT!!

(The phat rap scripts tips scales go longer than endless trials

Play my part, stay sharp as darts and nails)

AHHH shut the hell up (chill) and don’t hold me back, black

I’m [?] my own freestyle I’m ready to rip the track

Onyx is back, so phat we need slim fast

(With the boom, check the boom, check the boom body bash!!)

[Chorus]

Onyx What’s Onyx

[Intro: Fredro Starr]

Yo what’s the problem?

That’s what I thought

What the fuck you looking at?

Yeah, yo, for all the our street niggas

All my project niggas

All the niggas out on the corners

And the fucking everyday struggle

Come on, Yeah, What, Yeah

Tired of these niggas man

Straight like that, fuck that

Yeah, What, Yeah, Survive for these niggas

Onyx to the death mutherfuckers

[Fredro Starr]

Onyx is gritty, grimey, the gutter

Projects, techs, nines, black Escalades

Low down, shiftee, mad at the world, straight gully

Villians, crooks, thieves, terrorists, killers

Drug dealers, Hennessey, ecstasy

Weed, Queens, Brooklyn

Robbin, stealin, stabbin, shootin, wylin

Criminals, thugs

[Sonsee]

Bloods, Crips, disaster, war

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

Rich, poor

Life, death, God the devil

Onyx the rebels

Pain, anger, danger

Real, chicks banger

Knives, guns, streets, gutters

Robbers, mothers, back the fuck up, move back motherfuckers

[Sticky Fingaz]

Onyx is love and hate

Onyx is motherfucking spit in your face

Onyx is a highspeed police car chase

Onyx is puttin a hot gun in your waist

(Move back motherfuckers)

Onyx is pride

Onyx is shootouts with your moms inside

Onyx is robbery turned homicide

Onyx is living when you thought yous gon die

(Move back motherfuckers)

[Sonsee]

We spicks, rivals, braids

Heads, we bang, murderous

Metaphor, dance, newer, quicker

Hyper, calmer, bigger, faster, better

Stronger, obnoxious, filthy

Villians, thieves, tougher, enormous

Higher performance

Brooklyn (Yeah), Queens (Yeah)

The Bronx (Yeah), Manhattan (Yeah)

Long Island (Uh)

Shinnin (Yo)

We rhymin (Yo, Yo)

[Fredro Starr]

Ayo, we wild ass niggas

Jump over the stage in the crowd ass niggas

Scream on the mic, fucking loud ass niggas

Smacking all hos, yo, they foul ass niggas

Proud ass niggas

Real ass niggas

Bring it to the streets, they kill y’all niggas

Killed for them Cadilac grill ass niggas

Throw your guns up if you feel my niggas

They still my niggas

[Sticky Fingaz]

Onyx is thugs

Onyx is nuthing to ever come before blood

Onyx is betrayal by the one that you love

Onyx is looking in the eyes of the judge

(Move back motherfuckers)

Onyx is guns

Onyx is black jeans and air force ones

Onyx is niggas on the block sellin junk

Onyx is fugitives liven on the run

Onyx XXX

[Skits Vicious:]

We step in through your door and put the weapon to your jaw

I’m running through your shit while you’re headed for the floor

Anything that fits gets ripped I zip lock it

P-p-pickpocket I’ll show you what a sick fuck is

[Jay Reaper:]

I get nuggets big bricks your shit plummets

I did done it, done did it, your bitch gutted

I’m too rugged all my [?] ya niggas is faggots

Fuckin with the dope you get damaged

[Skits Vicious:]

We the badest, The ugly, Fuck the good

They shall perish, Trust me, Knock on wood

Evil deadish Cellars

Got the book, Got the look, Got em shook

Like a seesaw sucka

[Jay Reaper:]

Motherfucka I never take this shit too lightly

Just try and bite me, I’m a bust back in your wifey

Precisely, This life is so pricey

Now run them new motherfuckin Nikes’ nigga

[Skits Vicious:]

The light beam flickers, Big butt strippers

Lip gloss glitters, Cocaine mirrors

Big buck figures, I figure you get the picture

Stick Dro Vicious and Reaper we came to rip ya

[Jay Reaper:]

Stick a nigga now I got five to six figures

Sippin liquor like to get high don’t lift fingers

Cause I’m way to lazy to be bumping your shit

I need a bump and a fifth before I jump off the cliff

When you hear the guns

Bang bang bang

You will feel your ears

Ring ring ring

You know we only talk

Slang slang slang

So you can see the chains

Bling bling bling

It’s triple x

When you hear the guns

Bang bang bang

You will feel your ears

Ring ring ring

You know we only talk

Slang slang slang

So you can see the chains

Bling bling bling

It’s triple x

[Fredro Starr:]

Ey yo we sneak up in the crib and put the saws to your ribs

Niggas tryna figure how these niggas know where I live

I click clack, With the strap, We buck em down

Kids gets kidnapped, No kidding Don’t fuck around

It’s the griddy the grimy, Don’t get me mad

Buck shots in your liver will have you shit in a bag

Yo I promise, Cross my heart, Hope to die

You can’t kill the onyx my niggas multiply

I’m a Madface pirate, Shiver me timbers

You don’t wanna end up on the bottom of my Timberlands

Kick the door give me the grands

Big shotguns like I’m yosemite sam

[Sticky Fingaz:]

I ain’t scared of hell, I’ve been on fire before

I’m the alpha male, I live inside of the floor

Niggas tattletale we’ll wire wire your jaw

If I’m out on bail, I’m a bail, I’m fire for sure

God in the flesh, possessed by the spirit in me

Bottle my sweat n sell it as an energy drink

I don’t make threats, Couldn’t tell we even had beef

But you gonna regret the day you meet the demon in me

I was born triplets but I’m the lucky fool

My pop’s told my mom’s to pick one and drown the other two

I’m out n about nigga I ain’t hard to get to

Not a word out my mouth, I let the bitch choose

Fuck rhyming its a wrap for you

I punch niggas in their face and slap them with a lawsuit

Kill you? I’m tryina keep you alive

Too see how much pain you can take before you die

When you hear the guns

Bang bang bang

You will feel your ears

Ring ring ring

You know we only talk

Slang slang slang

So you can see the chains

Bling bling bling

It’s triple x

When you hear the guns

Bang bang bang

You will feel your ears

Ring ring ring

You know we only talk

Slang slang slang

So you can see the chains

Bling bling bling

It’s triple x