[Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee}]
(Yo what's up baby?)
Ay yo Stick man, shit is fucked up!
(Who the fuck this?)
It's fuckin Fredro man!
(Yo yo yo, turn the muthafuckin music down god.)
It's my fuckin word, Sticky, man!
(Yo what's up nigga?)
Muthafuckas wetted everything out there.
(What the fuck you talkin about?)
Muthafuckas is dead, son!
(Yo yo, calm down nigga, calm down!)
Word to fuckin mother man!
(Just tell me what happened, god.)
It had to be about eight o'clock (Uh huh, uh huh)
When niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot
Yo half the spot got locked
(What? Who got shot?)
My little nigga Bill from down the hill
We had a one through five
I heard he might not survive (Aw, damn)
He caught one in his leg
Two shots hit him in his upper (What?)
Part of his chest, two inches above his vest
Heard you next (I'm next?)
That's the word in the projects
(What? Them niggas ain't no threat
They'll whole set'll get wet
Yo go get the AK, and my two nines with the silencers
And at seven thirty, y'all niggaz meet me at Veronica's)
Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga I'm out
{Let me talk to him, let me talk to him}
Yo yo Stick hold up, yo yo yo Stick, talk to Son
(Aight, aight) Don't even wet that done, yo I'm bringin mad guns
{Ay yo Stick, that's my word
It might be them niggas from Riverside
Cuz I heard they knew somethin
About how my little nigga died}
(Who who, little Dave with the red car?)
{Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head}
(Aight aight, get the big shit, no bullshit, it's time to flip
And I'll see y'all niggas later, be safe)
{No doubt, aight kid}
Take em out, take em out, bring em out dead
Shine em up, shine em up, shine the bald head
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
You're, mine, it's all about crime
Onyx! (echoes)
Verse One: Suave
It's time to get live, live, live like a wire
I set a whole choir on fire (UHH!)
Well done, on the grill, shot skills kills
and no frills - they try to diss me? They gettin crispy
Ha, ha hah hah, AND WE DO IT LIKE THIS
In fact, ?? ?? and jack Jack's
Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care
Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear
Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction
These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the All Madden
Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick
?? ?? Infinite that gets crashed like a rented
The shit they write is black and white; well mines got mad color
Ain't that right, my blood brother?
Word up, raise it up!
We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck
So throw ya gunz in the air, throw ya gunz in the air
Buck buck like you don't care
Verse Two: Fredro Starr
Uh-oh!! Heads up, cause we're droppin some shit
On your now shot-skills, Onyx tec-9 for a while
Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'ma swell em
The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I'ma sell em (sell em)
To all competition slide back then listen
I'm kickin all that, shit to the doormat
Claimin this domain, cause mad pains
Blood stains, long range - got gats!
Crazy clips, I sink ships, cuttin faces like a pirate
I've never caught a flood, for the mad shit that I did
Heard, you got the word so observe
I shatter and splatter bodies that blows and bust nerds, OPEN!
I always leave my barrel smokin
Throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like you just don't care
Just t
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[Raekwon]
eh, yo
staircases to stage now, major waves tanktop
nautica, flippin your daughter 30 ways
yeah, who want mine, bent outta shape one time
play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine
watch my shit shit, niggaz in the back, wigs lit
you know the stats god, niggaz in the back, backs lit
war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats
spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat
my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that
yo, fedrados rock my man, yo
300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow
my techinique, roller in the road, gold league
you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat
rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though
that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley
[Fredro Starr, (X-1)]
yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this
heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless
rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious
you knock this, bust a shot
don't miss, you better knock this
(x-1 while out and watch this
til your eyes turn red with blotches
eatin scraps out the garbage
unload a cartridge and bust a cap
x could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets
bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest
blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest)
i cross the heat from across the street
fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet
street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine
dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out
on the dance floor, blood and moet, i'm blowin your set
trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death
i'm goin for broke, i'm blowin out smoke
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[Sticky Fingaz]
Seem like the only thoughts would be negative
But shit, I'd never give, I need a sedative
I'mma forever live, the one and only, murderer
Defeat, I never heard of that
Push ya head, throw the back, gettin that, word to gat
The most coatable, a number two of niggas when there's a show to do
You know the true Official Nast niggas, I blow a hole in you
I'm sellin tracks not cracks, you buyin or what?
Cuz I be in your crib right now, tyin you up
Corams jack ya house, put the gat to your spouse mouth
And clean the place, kill the kids, do they see my face?
It's the cream I taste, he thinkin my way, be the race
Chorus(x2):
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops
[All] Street niggaz
[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots
[X-1]
Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips
While in out with Bloods and Crips, on some shit
Leavin' you ripped is totally sick
I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips
You on a curious a trip way out of your whack
Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?
Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck
Never know what to expect
Respect a hole in you chest
My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps
The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you
Off the top
Make money off of rocks
On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops
Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next
But it's X-1, kid, in the ?'lux Relex?
Wit' a ghetto type style
Heat for beef that we can settle right now
Street Niggaz
Chorus(x2)
[Fredro Starr]
Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed
Smoke to the ropes
Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap
Bust four guns, off the roof, trick
Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night
Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'
My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in
Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate
Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake
We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers
Robbin' liquor stores
?Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers
Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass
Fuck work,
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Oh shit.. yo, y'knahmsayin?
That shit just shot duke in the face
(That nigga right there!)
Nigga gotta be dead..
Fuck that then, let's rob that nigga man
Take that nigga watch and get the fuck out of here
(Fuck him!)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, young brothers out there
shouldn't be stickin up people y'know?
[Sonee Seeza]
Give me the money, give me the money
Here comes Sonee the greaser
Sees the hostages; my conscience keeps tellin me I should just
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, everywhere I go
There's no coppers, to stop us, the pros, our motto
is stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve
[Fredro Starr]
8 o'clock in the mornin, time to wake up
Another brother gettin paid, and away, it's a stick up
No time to even, take a bath
Strictly cash, tax free quick fast
Grab my Polo, jumped in the Timberland boots
I got Audi, time to get rowdy
Shiftee, low down gritty and grimy
I guess I gotta find my crimey
Sticky Fingaz, yo that's Sticky Fingaz
Jetted to the ave. in a half of a second
He wasn't at the spot, so the stop I was checkin
Met him on the way, tucked away was the weapon
Stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve
[Sticky Fingaz]
Single handed me and Mickey barely took a trip to Linden
Picked up some cheeba and some brew and yo what else?
Screamin ";NOTHING!";
Now we on the East train back and ?? said ";SOMETHING!";
Oops, since I stooped, the 40-deuce get loose
Seen three other troopers and they tried to call a truce
One had a link, the other a goose
You know what we took, and you know what we left
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SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
Well here's another one (WHAT!)
In the gutter one (WHAT!)
Getting running up
Troblesome extra double double I come to feed them
The feed em then I shreed em
So what if that I'm cheating.
Now everyone wanna sound (YA) grimey (yeah)
I'm gonna show you how come on (ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!)
Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
YEAH!
That's how we gotta be
so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that
Think about the payoffer so left with an automatic rifle
For last against the lighting last bullets first
On Line
Toughest step and a rep and a run rep and a run wreck and a swine
Peace to the brothers on Riker's Isle
Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his
criminal lickin' buck my eye,
Oh my god I'm so high
Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what!?
Just they say to make get
Making milliangh, children SLAM! Slam!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (Ooohh)
Sticky swift blast of the basty
Of the basty basty bast bashing (Aaahh)
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto five
Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE
I come across with no fear
For sure!
Un-adult-erated, un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! You forgot, you're not ready
You're head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
I'm the plonic sonic
UH
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traight up nigga
Motherfuckin Southside nigga (word up)
[SF] Brooklyn what!
We gonna do it just like this man
Straight to your whole area (word up word up)
YEAH, YEAH
You know what we fin' to do
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down
YEAH, yo.. word up, yo
[SF] It's time to take over the world!
Chorus: repeat 4X
Shut 'em down - shut 'em down, shut 'em down
[Onyx - 1]
Official Nast', I'm tired of these.. yo, yo, yo
Shut 'em down start the violence we whylin whylin
Slain rapper's body found washed up, on Coney Island
When I rolled up, this nigga heart slowed up, that killa froze up
When I pulled up, jumped out with the pump-pump 32 shots and ducked out
Then I broke out, left that cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when I fall out, y'all killas got kill me kid I'm goin all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it! Got a gun, bust it!
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin where the dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin in the eyes of Death
Asked the Lord for forgiveness
When I did this, there was not no witness
But he should understand -- cause even God got a shit list
[Sonsee]
Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bust
Niggaz fine to bust, we the kind that rush
Those that, hold back, taking your whole stack
Grimy street cats, niggaz baldhead, like Kojak
Go gat for gat, quote that, in fact, you can smoke that
Uncut black dust, making your whole, fucking skull crack
Better know me, one-three, one and only
Could be never phony in any ceremony, I'll tear you homey
(Shut 'em down!) Sonsee's taking your tim
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Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
OH NO NOT THEM HITTIN' CHROME!
[Fredro Starr]
Balheadz and gunz BLOAW!
Do you wanna run say: ";Aaah!"; (Aaah!)
Wich way did he go? You don't know
You move too slow, boy you BLOW
My style flows on you right here
Where my Queens niggaz? (RIGHT HERE!)
Is you out there? (YEAH!...YEAH!)
[Sonsee]
Just watch us walk this hit, and get ILL
We won't gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make bricks
[Sticky Fingaz]
And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left...SNOW, I still be a hoodlum
Cuz good dayz come to those WHO TAKE 'EM
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things outta ya
I gotta screeaam! (Aaah!) To let it all
It's frustration and it's filled up inside a me!
[Chorus]
Come on and scream (AAH!)
And shout (OOH!), just let it all out (YEAH!)
(4x)
[Sonsee]
These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse
They keep comin' around like auto-reverse
But then I shift THE WORST!
We THE WORST, and then they heard
But first da cut-- Then I bust they verse to quince(?) my fears
[Sticky Fingaz]
I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm broke
So I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neck
And SQUEEZE until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death
[Sonsee]
Yo, you smell that?
[Fredro Starr]
Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect like Woodtex
A newer Tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken
WHERE'S THE WEED I NEED? It is my vitamin, so light it Lincoln (HAH!)
Reach for the sky,
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[Fredro Starr]
IIIIIII got struck by lighting in the thunder
Wildin' in the shit from the tundrum
The Winda!!!!
Help me up, somebodies pullin me under
A scorture, a flame on the brain, this is torture
Terrible, horrible section aborter
Sacrifice the virgin, urbun as splurgin
Split sprice i'm gonna fuck yer like it's hurt yer right
Bombs had got shattered, bullet holes in the paper
Escape the madness, ONYX! the baddest
Souls of a souljah in the streets of survival
If yer plan to buy the blackness
Here's the gun to guide you
Thumble up, crews crumble up under pressure God
It's hard, fuck there won't be two prayin'
Chorus:
Shiftee, low down grity and grimy (x5)
[Sonne Seeza]
Comin' just bust me, peeled the real shit
Drilled through yer ear drum
Hell Yeah I'm vansum
My equilirium is touched with the US G
Sickness, contaminated with slickness
Filfy, nasty, grungy
Blacks of the reched
I got it the 2nd, Crazy Ness went the septrum
Yeah son, keep 'em on the run
If you wasn't a 2, then you musta been a 1
It's not a been case, we erase
What makes it my fate
You just waste your time and butt so you better it space
Cos if thats the shit, your gettin' really stupid
And you and yer man can't shoot me
Chorus:
Shiftee, low down grity and grimy
Shiftee, shiftee, shiftee, shiftee
[Fredro]
Hey you you nasty ass
(Whats up big fella)
Hey whatever, whatever shit, the dirty desert dweller
Who said never, all and together
(Now I'm gonna show you how the afficial niggas lock it up)
