Onyx
Onyx Is Back
Onyx - Onyx is backYeah, aha, yah[Chorus:]Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack (4x)Yo America is under attack, yo Onyx is backTook a team out the hood, the whole crew got phatAllot of hate 'cause I took Hollywood on my backKeep it cruelly, grimy, no positive rapYou can tell by the way I got out the projectsYou still here, your thuggin' with the bestDon't worry if I got nines I blast textYou should worry if ya got shine I snatch nextWar for real you don't want war for realIf its real make ya timps up step up and feel'Cause real killas do real things, but not youYou American nigga who want to play nigga?Take a stray nigga, get out ma way niggaThe ballheads back nobody wurse then themI'm a madface nigga in a worstagrimI'm a madface nigga I'm n a ?? ??[Chorus:]Who that, sonee, hell yeah!Letras de cancionesBangin Brooklyn to Brussels to bell airShortys poppin their brandsHoppin out cars, got rappers nervous, Scared of dropping their barsTake ya though, break you, break ya hoNigga ain't a greater flowI make ya new, Money better play it lowTake it slow, Make the fooKeep ya face ain't a mooI'm like mixin' liquorI'm bound to come up on niggazAnd hijack the bank abduct ya ditchesCan't fly, got a nice plan tuck to fit yaI'll be lost a fare kid paid bucks to bitch yaSo, no, we're stopping we're trempin' yo sceneI'm mixin', yellow with blue, I gotta get greenEither yo with us, or not, not in betweenYou will show us the money when I show you the bean[Chorus:]Well it's the S-T crocked I-see-K-whyGot ma ?? ?? doin' for sticks back in be (?), K and whyI'm livin' all in five barrels, so I'm rappin' wildThe thuggest thug in the club, who else plays high?Been in the game for years, it made me a criminalYour small time, my rims is just as big as youIv never had a nine to five, I had a nine that hit people that got off there fiveFrom those shiny things, that cut trough glassDon't even speak to me, this is about sex and cashI like ma cars, girls and clothes only for ma modelsI beat you between yo head with thousand dollar arms bottleCan't even with ice, I carry to much heatThe combination always leaves somebody wetting the streetI'm start sellin' hope trough ma arms of weed'Cause I'm broke, only got three hundred grand on the bankWe back, bringing you that filth from filthLet me stop talking before I criminate myself[Chorus:]
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