ONYX - Onyx Is Back lyrics

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Onyx - Onyx is back

Yeah, aha, yah

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Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack (4x)

[Fredro Starr]

Yo America is under attack, yo Onyx is back

Took a team out the hood, the whole crew got phat

Allot of hate cos I took Hollywood on my back

Keep it crully, grimy, no positive rap

You can tell by the way I got out the projects

You still here, your thuggin with the best

Don't worry if I got nines I blast text

You should worry if ya got shine I snatch next

War for real you don't want war for real

If its real make ya timps up step up and feel

Cos real killas do real things, but not you

You americé nigga who wanna play nigga?

Take a stray nigga, get out ma way nigga

The ballheads back nobody wurse then them

Im a madface nigga in a worstagrim

Im a maceface nigga im n a ?? ??

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[Sonee]

Who that, sonee, hell yeah!

Bangin Brooklyn to Brussels to bell air

Shortys poppin their brands

hoppin out cars, got rappers nervous,

scared of dropping their bars

take ya though, break you, break ya ho

nigga aint a greater flow

I make ya new, Money better play it low

Take it slow, Make the foo

Keep ya face aint a moo

Im like mixin liquor

Im bound to come up on niggaz

And highjack the bank abduct ya ditches

Cant fly, got a nice plan tuck to fit ya

I'll be lost a fare kid paid bucks to bitch ya

So, no, wer stopping wer trempin yo scene

Im mixin, yellow with blue, I gotta get green

Either yo with us, or not, not in between

You will show us the money when I show you the bean

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[Sticky Fingaz]

Well it's the S-T crocked I-C-K-Y

Got ma ?? ?? doin for sticks back in B, K and Y

Im livin all in 5 barrels, so im rappin wild

The thuggest thug in the club, who else plays high?

Been in the game for years, it made me a criminal

Your small time, ma rims is just as big as you

Iv never had a 9 to 5, I had a 9 that hit people that got off there 5

From thosele shiny things, that cut trough glass

Don't even speak to me, this is about sex and cash

I like ma cars, girls and clothes only for ma models

I beat you between yo head with thousand dollar arms bottle

Cant even with ice, I carry to much heat

The combination always leaves somebody wetting the street

Im start sellin hope trough ma arms of weed

Cos im broke only got threehundred gram on the bank

We back, bringing you that filth from filth

Let me stop talking before I criminate myself

Chorus

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