ONYX - Overshine lyrics
rate me* hidden track after the worst<br><br>[sticky fingaz]<br>Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a nickel sack<br>From vange hill to moon, you touch me, I got to get you back<br>Roll on the stolen v's with he-ho chase you<br>Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation<br>We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender<br>I'm the number one contender<br>I got a new game plan, strictly sportin name brand<br>Layin in the pound hunted, footin through your town blunted<br>On some shit that get you burnt throats<br>Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated<br>Never been b-rated, my 5 plated, is how I get fights<br>I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights<br><br>[chorus: all city]<br>I'm daily thinkin of a life gleamin<br>That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin<br>The fact that cash rules, these last days<br>We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules<br>True soldier, no matter the goal<br>We gettin closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over<br>I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out<br>To all my true livin dogs and my soho<br><br>[fredro starr]<br>Don't talk about it, make it happ'<br>Don't fake it chap<br>The hennecy act, got you light gat<br>You wanna block, try to hold nine<br>Son you livin on my time, don't try to overshine<br>Play your p, play your position<br>I stay with g, stay on a mission<br>Precisely, good, wit game, I'm nicely<br>Shifftee son, still shiesty<br>You in your eight fifty, ridin shotgun<br>If you can count your money, you ain't got none<br>And bitches beat they game tight<br>Baby, get the name right, see g. comin, like a train light<br>And niggas be don pretending<br>But I'm armed and bendin, so they can get the john lennon<br>Hundred dollar gator players<br>Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game<br><br>[chorus]<br><br>[sonsee]<br>My artistic creation, or decoration will set the nation<br>With alphastation of lyric lacin, for all occasions<br>Engagements and events, for big dollars and cents<br>Makin niggas past tense, it's consequence<br>All I see around me, makes up the place<br>But if you don't hold down your space, you quickly get erased<br>Don't waste, a thought, thinkin<br>I ain't gon' be bringin the guns that grants hole<br>To my body, dead and stinkin<br>Watch as I back draft, on the last glass, and trap crash<br>Catch the hash blast, when I puff the black wrath<br>Learn the tricks of the trade, to be self made<br>Those who slept, stay where they started and got played<br><br>[chorus]
