Onyx

Onyx - Nigga Bridges songtekst

Je score:
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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Copyrights:

Auteur: Chylow Parker, Fredro Scruggs Jr., Herb Rooney, Jason Mizell, Kirk Jones, Marlon Fletcher, Tyrone Taylor (2)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1993

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Bacdafucup (1993)

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