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All We Got Iz Us


Artist: Onyx
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 7
Year: 1995

Betta Off Dead Lyrics - All We Got Iz Us - Onyx

Onyxxx... 

They tried to poison the fetus 

We gonna check it out like this 

All hell 

the high exalted 

yo 

my mother fucking name is Fredro Starr 

you know what I'm saying? 

I'm up here with my man Sonee the money the muther fucking greasiest 

and my mother fucking nigga Sticky the fucking fingaz 

you know what I'm saying? 

Yo Sonee 

Step to your mother fucking business nigga... word up 

 

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Verse 1: 

I'm not the type to be flabbergasted 

but all my doubters mastered 

it ain't a matter bastard 

rule my hazard 

niggaz get blasted 

soon as I bring what I got in store for the new order 

who want it? 

we got what your looking for 

fuck you gonna do now, money 

cause this the Sonee 

seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister 

I get downright deprived on them niggaz 

We rob Z's 

Gimme all these, ya'll niggaz 

PUSS! 

Whats the matter? I rush 

bum rush you better rise 

and assult and catapult 

like a bullet I shot shit 

the figure hurter 

word to murder 

rippin the master 

will make you back up from them further 

 

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Hold up the press 

heres comes the mess 

worship the best 

or die like the rest 

you have the right to remain violent 

aaauuuggghh 

anything you say can and will be use against you to kill! 

I'm a tyrant 

strinking like a viking 

a knight in shining armor 

jumping for the sauna 

the rough rhymer 

suicidal like Nirvana 

the end of your world is just beginning 

theres no winning in my inning 

the dead things cannot effect the living 

so I trip into the wind 

of the ghetto bad weather 

I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on 

never talk to a stranger 

everybodys in grave danger 

me and my people just shot ya anger! 

FUCK DAT... YA BETTER OFF DEAD! 

 

Considered less than a god, but more than a man 

I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian 

with my mental powers and my sixth sense 

that can raise a dead crowd into a live audience 

(so get the fuck out the way) 

ooh, and get your ass cut 

cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt 

(no doubt) 

Heres the clip witches know its a black stone 

its a matter that shatter your track bone 

score to get to life 

I'm concise 

niggaz get done up precise 

cut up fine 

and fucked up real nice 

we made up mean Jamaica 

and die like the Lakers 

faking jack was mackin backwards 

with the front in black got tactics 

straight from the desert-(queens) 

where niggaz is desperate 

so I'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit 

(get a life) 

fuck dat ya betta off dead! 

(get a life) 

fuck dat ya betta off dead! 

 

Verse 3: 

 

Cover me, I'm going in 

move em in take em out 

the time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle 

its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to hell 

no one tell is what you punk niggaz yell 

like-wah wah! 

thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin 

black start attackin back-I'm still hurtin 

Sticky come on come on well... 

 

So all let up on the fact 

that I'm a nigga that can just beat your mother fucking ass 

to hurt your feelings 

cause your shit is trash 

too many people like me 

cause they're not worthy 

destruct my coalition 

its a demolition derby 

through all that spit you talk 

and make the mic smell like saliva 

yick! you need to retire 

resign 

I'm ahead of my time 

in my prime 

one of a kind 

and out of my mind! 

and ain't nothin in this world free so me I'ma kick a pay style 

I don't got no smile I was abused as a child 

my moms gave birth to a crazy ass wilder 

bust out her pussy with a mother fuckin gun 

started talking slang 

even joined a gang 

the suicide scums 

I sold jums to the bums 

I was the hand to hand man pullin in clubs 

then I started dealin 

robbin and stealin 

if not for killing then I'm known as a villain 

if you want problems I'm ready and willing 

and I'll get up in your mouth like a fucking filling 

 

FUCK DAT WE BETTA OFF DEAD 

Please somebody kill me before I put two in my own head... 

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