Onyx

Onyx - O.n.y.x. Rmx songtekst

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(feat. Genovese)



[Fredro Starr]

Turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

All real niggaz turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

All real bitches turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

All real niggaz turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up



Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [gun shots]

Thug recognise thug

We all blood when we feel shots from a slug

You think the kid boutta ice thata cool off

Fuck ice you cant floss in the fucking warm

Summer nights son its time to put the Benz up

And copp the Hummer with the bullet proof rims what

To burn purple haze livin in the last dayz

They fly planes kinda low where my PJ's

Where the money at?  Bombs droppin from the sky

I'm tryin live it up and fuck as much before I die

To the death till my last breath, guns high

Thats when you ride for your projects

What you rep [gun shots]

Fuck that, O.N.Y.X.



Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (REMIX)

Yo, Yo O.N.Y.X.

Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (REMIX)



[Sticky Fingaz]

Is you ready for the D-Day

A thousand motha fuckas runnin on the freeway

Feel the heat nigga, shit abouta back lash

In the streets smokin dro through a gas mask

I had to trade in my roli and my cross piece

For automatics, ammo I (*gun shots*) need more heat

Terrorists, bomb threats in the night club

Drivin over mine fields on crome dubs

And through all the lootin and the stampedes

I be drinkin champagne through a cantine

So fuck it, till they nuke us get your ones up (*gun shot*)

Thats right thats the anthem get your guns up

Uhhhh huh

Its the O.N.Y.X.

We got you whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (R-E-M-I-X)

Its the O.N.Y.X.

We got you whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (R-E-M-I-X)



[Genovese]

Yeah, yo

Hot ones echo through the battlefield

Hollow points flyin by piercin through ya shield

Ya here the wall cry

Fuck it throw ya guns high

Now what you prayin for bitch we gonna all die

And while you gather up your armed troops

We pushin tanks throwin dank out the sunroof

Theres no hope killas chanted out they war charols

Cut throats snortin coke through a gun barrel

Ain't no point tryna save no civilians

Got kids runnin up pullin out grenade pins

Blowing buildings up

Duck when ya hear the shots

Flame throwers 1M-1's melt your whole block

Pressure building up

Know when to run high suicide bombers flying in the high rise

Raise shots above us

Fuck till we get paid

Or in the ? we pray these the last dayz

Thats right its the O.N.Y.X.

Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots thats right (R-E-M-I-X)

Thats right its the O.N.Y.X.

Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects

Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects

Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots thats right (R-E-M-I-X)
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