[Female]
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Aiyo, what the fuck? Y'all thought this was a game?
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Y'all better "back the fuck up/bacdafucup"
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Onyx is coming through
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They the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged out
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grimey, go hard, gully, get your ass beat on and off stage shit
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Nigga what?
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[Chorus: Sticky]
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It's the O-N-Y-X
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Where my niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
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You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set
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Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
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That's right it's the O-N-Y-X
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Where my niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
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You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set
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Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
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[Fredro]
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You wanna bang nigga bang, fucking bang your set
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Wanna play gun rap, I'll arrange ya death
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My tech disconnect
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Arms, legs, necks from chest
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Shots split you
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Rip through tissue
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Raps most dangerous, ravenous
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I'll leave the booth covered with remains of shit
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Put the four-five blitz on the dot six range
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Ice your frame and hang ya banger by his chain
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This is Crip talk, Blood New York
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Blow ya brains in your hand, nigga hold that thought
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From outta the dark
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Niggas get money from gat dealin'
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Dead rappers body get found in back of buildings
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We started this shit
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We the heart of this shit
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Onyx motherfucker, hard as it get
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We at war so wha-what
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Get your arms up
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Nigga front, get your whole projects barked up
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Chorus
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[Sticky]
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I got a million niggas, cockin nines
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You don't know us kid, you better hide your shine
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And if you see a nigga with jewels on his neck
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Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up
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Back on the scene, gun with the beam
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All you see is white, turn you red for the green
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Niggas better move, Onyx coming through
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Every track I'm on I turn black and blue
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I can't, come from the head, I come from the heart
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I shit hip-hop, nigga wipe my ass with the source
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Ain't no nigga dead or alive fuckin with this
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Need a second opinion? Ask your bitch
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Walk through NYC to CPT
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We 'bout blow up again like WTC
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I changed the Benz sign to a crucifix
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Onyx pull up with three 6's like six, six, six
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Chorus
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[Sonsee]
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BLAOW! Techs up cause we bust rowd'
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Shoot through your door
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Watch bodies lift off the floor
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Runnin' up the steps with a 100 shots gunnin'
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Murder scene left so gross you can't stomach
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My team built strong like steal bars in prison
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twenty five to life, my brothers in hell biddin'
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We bang on the charts, send flames to the top
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Niggas move on your spot, take blocks
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Bang to this
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I blaze shit like an arsonist
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It sprays the mist, to stack up your carcasses
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What bitch nigga you get blast apart
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Reppin O-P-M, till the casket drop
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Chorus x3
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Bang 2 Dis
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Onyx |