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Female
Aiyo, what the fk? Y'all thought this was a game?
Y'all better "back the fk up/bacdafucup"
Onyx is coming through
They the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged out
grimey, go hard, gully, get your as* beat on and off stage s**t
nigg* what?
Chorus: Sticky
It's the O-N-Y-X
Where my ? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
You wanna bang then bang, nigg* throw your set
Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
That's right it's the O-N-Y-X
Where my ? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
You wanna bang then bang, nigg* throw your set
Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
Fredro
You wanna bang nigg* bang, fking 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 s**t
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, nigg* hold that thought
From outta the dark
get money from gat dealin'
Dead rappers body get found in back of buildings
We started this s**t
We the heart of this s**t
Onyx motherfker, hard as it get
We at war so wha-what
Get your arms up
nigg* front, get your whole projects barked up
Chorus
Sticky
I got a million , c*ckin nines
You don't know us kid, you better hide your shine
And if you see a nigg* 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
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 s**t hip-hop, nigg* wipe my as* with the source
Ain't no nigg* dead or alive fkin with this
Need a second opinion? Ask your b*tch
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
move on your spot, take blocks
Bang to this
I blaze s**t like an arsonist
It sprays the mist, to stack up your carcasses
What b*tch nigg* you get blast apart
Reppin O-P-M, till the casket drop
Chorus x3