Onyx Is Back Lyrics - Onyx

Onyx - Onyx is back 

Yeah, aha, yah 

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Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack (4x) 

[Fredro Starr] 

Yo America is under attack, yo Onyx is back 

Took a team out the hood, the whole crew got phat 

Allot of hate cos I took Hollywood on my back 

Keep it crully, grimy, no positive rap 

You can tell by the way I got out the projects 

You still here, your thuggin with the best 

Don't worry if I got nines I blast text 

You should worry if ya got shine I snatch next 

War for real you don't want war for real 

If its real make ya timps up step up and feel 

Cos real killas do real things, but not you 

You americé nigga who wanna play nigga? 

Take a stray nigga, get out ma way nigga 

The ballheads back nobody wurse then them 

Im a madface nigga in a worstagrim 

Im a maceface nigga im n a? 

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[Sonee] 

Who that, sonee, hell yeah! 

Bangin Brooklyn to Brussels to bell air 

Shortys poppin their brands 

hoppin out cars, got rappers nervous, 

scared of dropping their bars 

take ya though, break you, break ya ho 

nigga aint a greater flow 

I make ya new, Money better play it low 

Take it slow, Make the foo 

Keep ya face aint a moo 

Im like mixin liquor 

Im bound to come up on niggaz 

And highjack the bank abduct ya ditches 

Cant fly, got a nice plan tuck to fit ya 

I'll be lost a fare kid paid bucks to bitch ya 

So, no, wer stopping wer trempin yo scene 

Im mixin, yellow with blue, I gotta get green 

Either yo with us, or not, not in between 

You will show us the money when I show you the bean 

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[Sticky Fingaz] 

Well it's the S-T crocked I-C-K-Y 

Got ma? doin for sticks back in B, K and Y 

Im livin all in 5 barrels, so im rappin wild 

The thuggest thug in the club, who else plays high? 

Been in the game for years, it made me a criminal 

Your small time, ma rims is just as big as you 

Iv never had a 9 to 5, I had a 9 that hit people that got off there 5 

From thosele shiny things, that cut trough glass 

Don't even speak to me, this is about sex and cash 

I like ma cars, girls and clothes only for ma models 

I beat you between yo head with thousand dollar arms bottle 

Cant even with ice, I carry to much heat 

The combination always leaves somebody wetting the street 

Im start sellin hope trough ma arms of weed 

Cos im broke only got threehundred gram on the bank 

We back, bringing you that filth from filth 

Let me stop talking before I criminate myself 

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