Onyx

Onyx - Walk In New York lyrics

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yeeeaaahhh
 this the Onyx shit know what I'm sayin
 coming out the mother fucking crevices
 coming out the fucking cracks like snakes boy
 word to mother
 All my niggas in Queens and ya dont stop
 All my niggas in Brooklyn and ya dont stop
 All my niggas in Uptown and ya dont stop
 All my niggas in the boogiewoogie and ya wont stop
 we gonna set this shit New York style

 Verse 1:

 We don't throw gang signs in New York
 We just be on some shit in New York
 New York City, shiftee low down gritty
 you punk niggaz yell pity and smell shitty
 NYPD can suck my dick
 this is the way we rip shit from the bricks
 walking like a zombie smoking blunts in the lobby
 I be rolling with my niggas behind me take em off
 attention; fuck all that slippin and inchin
 I'm rappin loot snatchin staying greasy the shit ain't easy
 I'm coming raw hide
 seirous as a 45
 the damn streets are eager to take more lives
 fuck it, its my home-hate it or appreciate it
 its the tour 8 million story orientated
 designated and made for the real renegade
 so I never been afraid to start car-they get paid

 [chorus]
 this is the way we walk in New York
 this is the way we walk in New York
 this is the way we walk in New York
 this is the way we walk in New York

 Verse 2:

 I'ma stay on my job
 cause thats my adventure
 I was bred to be a big gainer
 who cant contain a placenta
 the USG witch
 make me switch like a skitso
 when red rummin gets so hot
 but never blow back to the cold spot
 if the heat got too much
 I'ma slide down south
 outta town bout-leave the home
 or I'll move shit down
 on keyed lock
 we rock (all nuthin)
 and then NewYork niggaz was pulling your shit- your shit wsn't right
 we known to start shit up
 from trends to riots to ruckus
 and big enough to fuck up anybody that wanna attack us
 and thats cause the fire burns are deep
 most of us are peeps-ture NewYork niggaz play for keeps

 (Wanna be a part of it--New york is always starting shit)

 Fuck them
 I'ma a nasty native (New Yorker)
 the full of shit talker
 the dark street walker
 shining in time stalker
 bringin it back to reality
 this is for my niggaz in NYC
 not since '76
 since the knicks won the championships
 hasn't been some more shit like this
 so back up get up and ass up and my rap wax sound
 my shots ring loud
 and panic the crowd
 (blow 'em up) get up-my sounds downtown
 (hold 'em up) gimme everthing right now
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Copyrights:

Author: Fredro Scruggs Jr., Kirk Jones, Tyrone Taylor (2)

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: All We Got Iz Us (1995)

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