Onyx - Onyx is back
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Yeah, aha, yah
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Chorus:
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Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack (4x)
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[Fredro Starr]
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Yo America is under attack, yo Onyx is back
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Took a team out the hood, the whole crew got phat
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Allot of hate cos I took Hollywood on my back
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Keep it crully, grimy, no positive rap
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You can tell by the way I got out the projects
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You still here, your thuggin with the best
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Don’t worry if I got nines I blast text
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You should worry if ya got shine I snatch next
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War for real you don’t want war for real
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If its real make ya timps up step up and feel
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Cos real killas do real things, but not you
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You americe nigga who wanna play nigga?
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Take a stray nigga, get out ma way nigga
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The ballheads back nobody wurse then them
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Im a madface nigga in a worstagrim
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Im a maceface nigga im n a ?? ??
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Chorus
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[Sonee]
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Who that, sonee, hell yeah!
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Bangin Brooklyn to Brussels to bell air
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Shortys poppin their brands
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hoppin out cars, got rappers nervous,
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scared of dropping their bars
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take ya though, break you, break ya ho
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nigga aint a greater flow
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I make ya new, Money better play it low
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Take it slow, Make the foo
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Keep ya face aint a moo
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Im like mixin liquor
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Im bound to come up on niggaz
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And highjack the bank abduct ya ditches
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Cant fly, got a nice plan tuck to fit ya
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I’ll be lost a fare kid paid bucks to bitch ya
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So, no, wer stopping wer trempin yo scene
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Im mixin, yellow with blue, I gotta get green
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Either yo with us, or not, not in between
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You will show us the money when I show you the bean
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Chorus
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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Well it’s the S-T crocked I-C-K-Y
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Got ma ?? ?? doin for sticks back in B, K and Y
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Im livin all in 5 barrels, so im rappin wild
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The thuggest thug in the club, who else plays high?
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Been in the game for years, it made me a criminal
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Your small time, ma rims is just as big as you
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Iv never had a 9 to 5, I had a 9 that hit people that got off there 5
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From thosele shiny things, that cut trough glass
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Don’t even speak to me, this is about sex and cash
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I like ma cars, girls and clothes only for ma models
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I beat you between yo head with thousand dollar arms bottle
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Cant even with ice, I carry to much heat
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The combination always leaves somebody wetting the street
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Im start sellin hope trough ma arms of weed
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Cos im broke only got threehundred gram on the bank
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We back, bringing you that filth from filth
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Let me stop talking before I criminate myself
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Chorus
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Made by ⓒhance
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Onyx Is Back
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| Onyx |
