Onyx

Onyx - Betta Off Dead Album 'all We Got Iz Us' lyrics

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They tried to poison the fetus
        We gonna check it out like this
        All hell
        the high exalted
        yo
        my mother fucking name is Fredro Starr
        you know what I'm saying?
        I'm up here with my man Sonee the money the muther fucking greasiest
        and my mother fucking nigga Sticky the fucking fingaz
        you know what I'm saying?
        Yo Sonee
        Step to your mother fucking business nigga...word up

        Verse 1:
        I'm not the type to be flabbergasted
        but all my doubters mastered
        it ain't a matter bastard
        rule my hazard
        niggaz get blasted
        soon as I bring what I got in store for the new order
        who want it?
        we got what your looking for
        fuck you gonna do now, money
        cause this the Sonee
        seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister
        I get downright deprived on them niggaz
        We rob Z's
        Gimme all these, ya'll niggaz
        PUSS!
        Whats the matter? I rush
        bum rush you better rise
        and assult and catapult
        like a bullet I shot shit
        the figure hurter
        word to murder
        rippin the master
        will make you back up from them further

        Hold up the press
        heres comes the mess
        worship the best
        or die like the rest
        you have the right to remain violent
        aaauuuggghh
        anything you say can and will be use against you to kill!
        I'm a tyrant
        strinking like a viking
        a knight in shining armor
        jumping for the sauna
        the rough rhymer
        suicidal like Nirvana
        the end of your world is just beginning
        theres no winning in my inning
        the dead things cannot effect the living
        so I trip into the wind
        of the ghetto bad weather
        I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on
        never talk to a stranger
        everybodys in grave danger
        me and my people just shot ya anger!
        FUCK DAT...YA BETTER OFF DEAD!

        Considered less than a god, but more than a man
        I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian
        with my mental powers and my sixth sense
        that can raise a dead crowd into a live audience
        (so get the fuck out the way)
        ooh, and get your ass cut
        cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt
        (no doubt)
        Heres the clip witches know its a black stone
        its a matter that shatter your track bone
        score to get to life
        I'm concise
        niggaz get done up precise
        cut up fine
        and fucked up real nice
        we made up mean Jamaica
        and die like the Lakers
        faking jack was mackin backwards
        with the front in black got tactics
        straight from the desert-(queens)
        where niggaz is desperate
        so I'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit
        (get a life)
        fuck dat ya betta off dead!
        (get a life)
        fuck dat ya betta off dead!

        Verse 3:

        Come with me I'm going in
        move em in take em out
        the time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle
        its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to hell
        no one tell is what you punk niggaz yell
        like-wah wah!
        thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin
        black start attackin back-I'm still hurtin
        Sticky come on come on well...

        So all let up on the fact
        that I'm a nigga that can just beat your mother fucking ass
        to hurt your feelings
        cause your shit is trash
        too many people like me
        cause they're not worthy
        destruct my coalition
        its a demolition derby
        through all that spit you talk
        and make the mic smell like saliva
        yick! you need to retire
        resign
        I'm ahead of my time
        in my prime
        one of a kind
        and out of my mind!
        and ain't nothin in this world free so me I'ma kick a pay style
        I don't got no smile I was abused as a child
        my moms gave birth to a crazy ass wilder
        bust out her pussy with a mother fuckin gun
        started talking slang
        even joined a gang
        the suicide scums
        I sold jums to the bums
        I was the hand to hand man pullin in clubs
        then I started dealin
        robbin and stealin
        if not for killing then I'm known as a villain
        if you want problems I'm ready and willing
        and I'll get up in your mouth like a fucking filling

        FUCK DAT WE BETTA OFF DEAD
        Please somebody kill me before I put two in my own head
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