It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the world alone
God forgot about them, hmm
Forced to fend for themselves
In the Rotten Apples of New York City
This story takes place, in 1993
How many nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to count
Just snatch em up quick
If he scream, I'ma put him out
I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UP
so I can dig him out
Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin
You ain't really have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I lied
Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma died
Is you with me I'ma slide
[both]
So we slid, had to get our gameplan together
Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know
Chorus: *sung*
For the love of money, people will rob from each other
For the love of money, people will steal from their mother
For the love of money, people will kill their own brother..
Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after me
Supposedly
we was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so hard
Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card
His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash at the house
Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday
Anyway
on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes
Yo kid don't say that
That's when we bumped heads
with vicks that we s
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Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188
Intro/Chorus: Onyx
Kill it in the club, baby show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
(repeat 2X)
[Bonifucco]
Real thug shit unplugged
Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust
Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride's coke in my eyes
and got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive
to cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke
Here to get those, snakes get it the most
G's overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes
Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so..
Ladies and gentlemen
[Sonsee]
It's going on right now
Official Nast' don't be playin around, we lay it down
Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen
Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin
You got in the way, sorry to say
You shoulda known, shinin on Sonsee's not in the day
All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates
be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit
Chorus
[Fredro Starr]
Yo, yo
I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot
Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish
I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this
Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs
goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms
[50 Cent]
The shit'll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass
in a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash
The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time
Son some crackers lock
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Chorus:
Yo, Yo, Official Naz Comin' Through betta raze it up
All my hoods' on the block better raze it up
All my peoples locked up better raze up
You better raze it up
You better raze it up
(Sonsee)
Yo Yo
Lyrical Assault
Mics outlined in chalk
Gun Talk, homicide in New York
Caught a raw deal, horror Amityville
Hand me the steel, breathe in ya' man to get killed
Put a knife to the love of ya' life,
Put a slug in ya' wife
Blood on ya ice
Mud on my knife
Drug price, chain snatch cocaine crack
Goin they jacks with the gat blow ya brains back
Switchin' lanes and drop vests
Blow the top of the jet
Cock and wet you rocked for death
Driveby's pain in eyes painting black lines
All the way live
Guns in the sky
Move and die
Survivin' niggaz leave you left for death
One in ya head
Runnin from Feds
Drugs under ya bed
Crime kills blast rhyme skills like nine mills
So nigga dead
Cuz I kill so what
Chorus:
Official Naz comin' though betta' raze it up
Where my real thugs at you betta' raze it up
All my villains with the checks you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official Naz' comin' through you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get wet you betta' raze it up
If you from the projects you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
(Fredro Starr)
Right NOW, we gonna hit you up with the joints like BOW
Blast nasty
Fight pow
Styles takin' you to the bank
Me crew always pack shanks??
Lick that clit in a 600 Benz tint
These degrees is hot
MC's get got
Comin ta tangle from wild angles
Get mangled
Buck fifty game
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[Chorus: Greg Valentine]
There's no sunshine in the city
That's the way it's going down
People kill and people dyin
Every time I turn around
There's no sunshine...
[Sticky Fingaz]
I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers
Criminalist, and parole violators
I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators
Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators
Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers
Scandal big reelers, I sell coke to dope dealers
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars
Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large
Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers
Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this
For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters
Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious
My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws
Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors
Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers
I roll wit cigar smoke flowers
Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes Mercedes
Always solicit, and pullin out on project business
Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers
Ready to run up in Rockefeller, put the glock in the teller
And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up
[Chorus]
[Sonsee]
To me, USG livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin
Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin
On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings
Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin
We all need our dolla
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[Fredro Starr]
The pussy one, who is he?
He ain't gettin busy, ah, I'm gettin pissy
I'm havin fill nigga, shout muthafuckas
Bringin 96 to freeze in December, fuck all of y'all
[Sticky Fingaz]
Punk ass niggas make me fuckin sick
And I can't take it no more, gettin tired of this shit
If ya stupid ass muthafuckas don't quit
I'm have a fit, and ya gonna flip
[Sonsee]
Hardcore galore is what I'm for
And breakin punks jaws, let me hear yea y'all (yea y'all)
I'm the kind, that's swingin ya mind
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat!
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat!
[Fredro Starr]
It's the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof I've been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look, no hands but damn, ooh I got a handle
Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks
Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen
Den discuss 'em when I be bustin with my crews, and crimies
How ya like dat? Phat da-dat da dah-dah, huh
Rat-a-tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son
Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders
I know you're breakin on the phat tracks we're makin
So Sonee Seeza, you're next up to bat
Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat!
Chorus
P-H-A-T! (Phat phat..)
[Sonee Seeza]
Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazy's place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not a re-run, but it's fatter than (??)
I'm rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with Sasquatch
I'm here to let you know, Onyx won't lack what it takes
I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath
Kind of like a diamond; I'm a hard black kid
Move me think you're schemin to get the semen out my
cock-a-doodle-doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?
These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin
Straight up, you had enough? I'm callin your bluff
Body offender, so surrender, kid you ain't tough
You can get some phatter stuff (huh) I got it
but first just purchase my joint, you can't be without it
It's P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T!
P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T!
P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
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[Sticky Fingaz]
Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a nickel sack
From Vange Hill to Moon, you touch me, I got to get you back
Roll on the stolen V's with he-ho chase you
Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation
We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender
I'm the number one contender
I got a new game plan, strictly sportin name brand
Layin in the pound hunted, footin through your town blunted
On some shit that get you burnt throats
Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated
Never been B-rated, my 5 plated, is how I get fights
I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights
[Chorus: All City]
I'm daily thinkin of a life gleamin
That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin
The fact that cash rules, these last days
We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules
True soldier, no matter the goal
We gettin closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
To all my true livin dogs and my SOHO
[Fredro Starr]
Don't talk about it, make it happ'
Don't fake it chap
The hennecy act, got you light gat
You wanna block, try to hold nine
Son you livin on my time, don't try to Overshine
Play your p, play your position
I stay with G, stay on a mission
Precisely, good, wit game, I'm nicely
Shifftee son, still shiesty
You in your eight fifty, ridin shotgun
If you can count your money, you ain't got none
And bitches beat they game tight
Baby, get the name right, see G. comin, like a train light
And niggas be don pretending
But I'm armed and bendin, so they can get the John Lennon
Hundred dollar gator players
Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game
(Onyx, Onyx..) Move back .. the Onyx is here!
Back up, back up .. the Onyx is here!
Chorus: Onyx (repeat 2X)
(Onyx, Onyx..) Move back .. the Onyx is here!
Back up, back up .. the Onyx is here!
[Fredro Starr]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah make way for the wild child!
Stop screamin, you're fiendin
Play that, say that, dip dive socialize
Uncivilized guys RISE UP!
And pop wasn't ready the way they say this cause we hate it
Back up, back off, lick shot for that tree spot
Onyx is the antidote for all your problems (yeah, yeah)
Damn! Don't it feel good
[Sonee Seeza/Sonsee]
Yo, I know you love to hate it, but you cannot explain
Why you keep puttin Mad Face in your veins
Oooh, yeah, there, I got it
Afficial Nastee psychotic..
[Fredro Starr]
.. spies got spotted!
So travel through the mind of a maniac automatic
You panic get deaded, a nigga on the planet
[Sonee Seeza/Sonsee]
Feel the black stone, hit the do', roamin the ??????cal
Fills and skills to put chills in ya backbone
Chorus 2X
[Big DS]
1-to-the-9-to-the-9-to-the-3, solid as a rock!
So back up off the block, blow up the spot
So left-right-left-right
Take it to the center, and enter
(The black reign domain, a plain you never been to)
And you know what this is (what?) Face down on the floor
Give me it all, I got they back against the wall.. {*echoes*}
Chorus 2X
[Sticky Fingaz]
Don't be afraid, you'll only lose your life that way
I'm an endangered species, surprised to live to see today
They gots to back da fuck up! BACK DA FUCK UP!
Know what I'm sayin? Onyx! It's the Onyx kid! Onyx!
Ah yeah! We gonna do it for all my kids..
[Fredro Starr]
Murder Murder! Who the hell hurt her?!
Young black nigga like me gettin' up, got free
Murder Murder! We never have cheese
We always up there, we run for the bees
The body over there, the body over there
Everywhere I check, body jacked, body everywhere
So well I well I fuck it, two tears in the bucket
Voice spillin' over in a Tommy of a dummy
Statue at you, but don't break my cipher
Smoker, sell 'em most, iller for the filler
But this ya mic, STOP foggin' up my glasses
Guns for fun, but son I hit you like a jealous
BANG! Leather hanger, so get the penis
Sorry for ya stitches, your in-convenience
Or what you wear (---), my name is kinda fucked up
Let the killer in up off the steria, BLUNT IT UP, LOAD IT UP!
Faces couldn't fire when you see the bloody redenade
Aaaah yeah! Time to survive...!
[Chorus]
Nigga Bridges fallin' down, they fallin' down, they fallin' down
Nigga Bridges fallin' down, MUTHAFUCKAZ IS ACTING CRAZY!
[Sonsee]
I catch fix for trips, while Sonny flips
So bitch ass nigga, geeks with L freaks
And she ?, diamonds shinin', pockets boldgeous
So I got in a girl, with pearls around her collar
Sticky start to checking her, my soul she couldn't holler
WE ROLLIN' FOR DOLLARS! Make me set 3 pounds 7
And her man said: ";ONE MOVE YA DEAD!
Dunk out their pockets, as if I had a shovel
Movin' on the double, cause we ain't tryin' to see trouble
Dreaming and sceaming, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Gotta sniff it was if autograph FOR YA WHOLE STAFF!
STICK UP BUT WAIT, LEAVE THE POCKET I
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[Sonsee]
Cause right now you're gonna vibe, money
Know what I'm sayin? New York style we just vibein
Smoke mad L's, wide open, we gone vibe
[Sonsee]
I ain't never had so many def threats in one year
But talk is cheap and it's comin out my other ear
To show us there's still a devil in hell I'm still here to go first
But not least from the east or (Revere!)
Cause that's the last drew now that ass is mine
You bit off more than you can chew so now I gotta draw the line
See first of all we most definitely number 1 with a bullet or in the bullet
category
[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo I got ESP you're barkin up the wrong tree
But I'm not crazy don't flatter me
Cause I'll get arrested for assault and battery
And I can't stand cops; goddamn don't they annoy you?
I need the balls of steel let's have a battle royal
The more the challengers, the more the merrier
No not you use a amateur
Just empty the register
And if it was a fifth, then we'd all be stoned
But if I don't drink and drive then how the fuck am I gone get home?
I can't stop smokin weed cause I ain't no quitter
Since it's killin my brain cells maybe I should reconsider (You wouldn't
dear!)
Nah, but all the non-fixture niggas is you in here?
[Chorus]
Most def most def
We goin all out
Most def most def
Smoke blunts till we fall out
Most def most def
True indeed
No quest most def
Do you pack heat?
Most def most def
Do you know the street?
Most def most def
With the street you can beat
Most def-innate
True indeed
No quest most def
[Fredro Starr]
Fredro Starr
I'm mad as shit
I bust a nigga ask a ni
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