- Slam Harder by Onyx -
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Who'da thought we'd need ya? (Who'da thought we'd need ya?)
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Back there where we need ya? (Back there where we need ya?)
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Yeah we tease him a lot, cause we got him on the spot
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Welcome back.. welcome back, welcome back, welcome back?
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[Onyx]
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What! What! What! What!
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Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah!
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What! What! What! What!
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Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
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[Fredro Starr]
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Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
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All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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Slam Harder!
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Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
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All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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Slam Harder!
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[Onyx]
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What! What! What! What!
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Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
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[Fredro Starr]
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Aiyyo we back in the e-say
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The game is over, it's a rap
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It's a ree-zay, straight like dat
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It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map
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Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats
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See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that
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But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at
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So "Bacdafucup," comin' through, comin through, get ya "SLAM" on
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Y'all the hardest niggas in rap, ya dead-wrong
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Y'all the niggas sittin on 20's with no gas money
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Y'all niggas think you shinin?like Puff, who got money?
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Like you really pop shots in the club
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You only pop bottles of bub'
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Y'all ain't got no real street love
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To the death, to the ghetto, my kids with heavy metal
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On the everyday hustle, never ready to settle, uh
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Back together, with the; classic terror
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Onyx; back forever, bustin', gats together, WHAT!
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[Onyx]
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What! What! What! What!
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Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
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[Fredro Starr]
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Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
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All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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Slam Harder!
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Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
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All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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Slam Harder!
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[Onyx]
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What! What! What! What!
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Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
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[Sonsee]
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Bigger than the streets' anthems, you stealin' the flow
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Rappin' other people's money and we takin' ya dough
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My killas the grimiest, we keep it the gulliest
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We leave you the bloodiest, cause we be the hungriest
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Hear that? Hunger pains
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That's the things that'll numb your brain, run ya change
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It's not a threat, it's a promise
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I even got my St. Louis niggas slammin?haters offa Onyx
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[Onyx]
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What! What! What! What!
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Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
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[Fredro Starr]
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Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
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All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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Slam Harder!
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Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
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All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
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Slam Harder !
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[Onyx]
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What! What! What! What!
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Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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You wanna know the truth? Take a look in my eye
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I'm like B.I.G.'s first album, I'm "Ready to Die"
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It's Sticky Fingaz, if you didn't already know who I am
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The minute I reached out and touched the whole hood with no hands
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Cause in the streets I live through it, it's more than music
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Whatever I'm spittin' on, I put my life into it
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Got a reputation on the streets of keepin' it rough
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There's just too many of us, you get rushed, you get bust - what!
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Big trucks, chrome rims spinnin'
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The mad faced niggas got money so now we grinnin'
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Pull your sticks out, we the group you listen to, kid!
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Niggas told me my music helped em' through they bid
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I'm the voice of the ghetto, the heart of New York
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A fiend will give his last hit, just to hear me talk
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Niggas paid fo |