ONYX - The Worst lyrics

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Wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x3)<br><br>[raekwon]<br>Eh, yo<br>Staircases to stage now, major waves tanktop<br>Nautica, flippin your daughter 30 ways<br>Yeah, who want mine, bent outta shape one time<br>Play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine<br>Watch my shit shit, niggaz in the back, wigs lit<br>You know the stats god, niggaz in the back, backs lit<br>War drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats<br>Spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat<br>My shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat<br>Plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that<br>Yo, fedrados rock my man, yo<br>300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow<br>My techinique, roller in the road, gold league<br>You know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat<br>Rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though<br>That nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley<br><br>[fredro starr, (x-1)]<br>Yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this<br>Heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless<br>Rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious<br>You knock this, bust a shot<br>Don't miss, you better knock this<br>(x-1 while out and watch this<br>Til your eyes turn red with blotches<br>Eatin scraps out the garbage<br>Unload a cartridge and bust a cap<br>X could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets<br>Bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest<br>Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest)<br>I cross the heat from across the street<br>Fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet<br>Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine<br>Dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time<br>Lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out<br>On the dance floor, blood and moet, I'm blowin your set<br>Trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death<br>I'm goin for broke, I'm blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes<br>(wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red<br>X million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm<br>For seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm<br>Sleepin I'm gone, you see what I'm on<br>Keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts<br>From here to battery parts)<br><br>Chorus: [odb {sampled from protect ya neck}]<br>First things first man, your fuckin with the worst (x3)<br>You can't slam, so let me get fooled on a man<br><br>[suave]<br>Still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed<br>Splash your class, mash your staff<br>What, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch<br>Hurt your bunch, get mercked your front<br>In the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz<br>Def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha<br>Shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face<br>Twist you, and won't miss you, official master killer bee<br>Full blast, get off, smash, pull fast<br>For your stash, long as the war last, put up in your ass<br>Tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap<br><br>[killa sin]<br>We be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line<br>Cuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream<br>My whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars<br>Killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars<br>This terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss<br>Canibus, evangelist, I impulse with metal fists<br>Wu build like construction and bang like precusion<br>On the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what<br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>[method man, (sticky fingaz)]<br>(holy shit, who the fuck is that)<br>It's john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back)<br>I got your back cousin (I got the mac cousin)<br>And when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin<br>(because it's the new year, time for some new shit<br>Nowadays rappers dyin over music)<br>Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs<br>For survival, duckin homicidal, you rival<br>(yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang)<br>Chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame<br>Lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone<br>Home on the range<br>(eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious<br>We go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit<br>(8-ball in the corner pocket)<br>We snatch wallets off the white college<br>The big apple forever rotten<br>Now when it comes to hard target hot nicks<br>(so what the bullet clot)<br>Pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten<br>Major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten<br>Stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in<br>Them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen<br>(yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother fuckers<br>My moms don't raise no suckers, I slap rappers<br>Turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers)<br>Enough said, let's make whole fuckin town read<br>(and rip their whole crew to a shread<br>I got cold blood) hold your club (I hold blood) show no love<br>(so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club)<br>We throw slugs (you ain't no thug<br>I earn every God damn penny that I got<br>Son, I roll with a shotgun in the convertible<br>I wish a nigga with wood, would try to fuckin<br>Jack me, I'll murder you)<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2)