Onyx

Onyx - Nigga Bridges Album 'bacdafucup' lyrics

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They gots to back da fuck up! BACK DA FUCK UP!
       Know what I'm sayin? Onyx! It's the Onyx kid! Onyx!
       Ah yeah! We gonna do it for all my kids..

       [Fredro Starr]

       Murder Murder! Who the hell hurt her?!
       Young black nigga like me gettin' up, got free
       Murder Murder! We never have cheese
       We always up there, we run for the bees
       The body over there, the body over there
       Everywhere I check, body jacked, body everywhere
       So well I well I fuck it, two tears in the bucket
       Voice spillin' over in a Tommy of a dummy
       Statue at you, but don't break my cipher
       Smoker, sell 'em most, iller for the filler
       But this ya mic, STOP foggin' up my glasses
       Guns for fun, but son I hit you like a jealous
       BANG! Leather hanger, so get the penis
       Sorry for ya stitches, your in-convenience
       Or what you wear (---), my name is kinda fucked up
       Let the killer in up off the steria, BLUNT IT UP, LOAD IT UP!
       Faces couldn't fire when you see the bloody redenade
       Aaaah yeah! Time to survive...!


       [Chorus]

       Nigga Bridges fallin' down, they fallin' down, they fallin' down
       Nigga Bridges fallin' down, MUTHAFUCKAZ IS ACTING CRAZY!

       [Sonsee]

       I catch fix for trips, while Sonny flips
       So bitch ass nigga, geeks with L freaks
       And she ?, diamonds shinin', pockets boldgeous
       So I got in a girl, with pearls around her collar
       Sticky start to checking her, my soul she couldn't holler
       WE ROLLIN' FOR DOLLARS! Make me set 3 pounds 7
       And her man said: "ONE MOVE YA DEAD!
       Dunk out their pockets, as if I had a shovel
       Movin' on the double, cause we ain't tryin' to see trouble
       Dreaming and sceaming, it's gonna be a bloodbath
       Gotta sniff it was if autograph FOR YA WHOLE STAFF!
       STICK UP BUT WAIT, LEAVE THE POCKET IT'S OKAY
       I HIT AND RUN BEFORE YOU SEE ANOTHER DAY
       CAUSE THE U.S.G. IS WHERE I STAY

       [Onyx, (Fredro Starr)]

       MURDER MURDER! (Ya life's on the line)
       MURDER MURDER! (Here's a bullet for ya mind)
       MURDER MURDER! (I'm out doin' crime)
       MURDER MURDER! (But we never do time)

       [Big DS]

       YOU DIRTY MUTHAFUCKIN' RAT! I CHA-CHA-CHA
       Now they got me on the line, too tender (WHY?!), cuz I killed the inspector
       Rzarection, and equal protection, written, burnin'
       THE BITCHES OUT SEXIN'! So damn crazy
       Now they got me in confession over salaries (WHAT?!)
       Cause they can't get with me (AH HAH!)
       While tubbin' out, me while on trial
       I'm headin' for P now, feel and see now
       BLESS MY MIND WHEN I WAS OUT DOIN' CRIME!
       That's you locked down, WHENEVER BEEN LOCKED UP!
       All the time you get ??? and MUTHAFUCKAZ IS ACTING CRAZY!

       [Chorus]

       [Sticky Fingaz]

       YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH THE WRONG NIGGA BROTHER
       YOU RATHER FUCK YOUR MOTHER
       PLUS BUST A CAP, FOR HER LESBIAN LOVER
       Bullets tricky save you later ? Before ya wake up!
       Doin' hard, I'm clippin' their head
       Rentio, bitch aware used to live in Brooklyn now you rest
       In a sementary, it's a full moon, now get a chill in my spot
       Face the population with my nigga play the 9
       Your blood clot warrior, BUST THE INBUSTA!
       Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die
       WHY?! ME DO NOT KNOW! See you in a next life, bloody boy!
       (HAHAHA HAHA HAHA!..)

       [Chorus] (2x)

       [Outro]

       Yeah muthafucka! Fucked up! BACK-DA-FUCK-UP!
       You get hurt up! It's the Onyx man! That's my word!
       Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck anything! Fuck ya momma, ya father
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