Slam Harder Lyrics - Bacdafucup, Part Ii - Onyx

Who'da thought we'd need ya? (Who'da thought we'd need ya?) 

Back there where we need ya? (Back there where we need ya?) 

Yeah we tease him a lot, cause we got him on the spot 

Welcome back. welcome back, welcome back, welcome back'. 

[Onyx] 

What! What! What! What! 

Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! 

What! What! What! What! 

Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) 

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[Fredro Starr] 

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!) 

All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

Slam Harder! 

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!) 

All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

Slam Harder! 

[Onyx] 

What! What! What! What! 

Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) 

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[Fredro Starr] 

Aiyyo we back in the e-say 

The game is over, it's a rap 

It's a ree-zay, straight like dat 

It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map 

Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats 

See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that 

But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at 

So "Bacdafucup," comin' through, comin through, get ya "SLAM" on 

Y'all the hardest niggas in rap, ya dead-wrong 

Y'all the niggas sittin on 20's with no gas money 

Y'all niggas think you shinin' like Puff, who got money? 

Like you really pop shots in the club 

You only pop bottles of bub' 

Y'all ain't got no real street love 

To the death, to the ghetto, my kids with heavy metal 

On the everyday hustle, never ready to settle, uh 

Back together, with the; classic terror 

Onyx; back forever, bustin', gats together, WHAT! 

[Onyx] 

What! What! What! What! 

Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) 

[Fredro Starr] 

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!) 

All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

Slam Harder! 

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!) 

All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

Slam Harder! 

[Onyx] 

What! What! What! What! 

Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) 

[Sonsee] 

Bigger than the streets' anthems, you stealin' the flow 

Rappin' other people's money and we takin' ya dough 

My killas the grimiest, we keep it the gulliest 

We leave you the bloodiest, cause we be the hungriest 

Hear that? Hunger pains 

That's the things that'll numb your brain, run ya change 

It's not a threat, it's a promise 

I even got my St. Louis niggas slammin' haters offa Onyx 

[Onyx] 

What! What! What! What! 

Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) 

[Fredro Starr] 

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!) 

All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

Slam Harder! 

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!) 

All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

Slam Harder! 

[Onyx] 

What! What! What! What! 

Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

You wanna know the truth? Take a look in my eye 

I'm like B.I.G.'s first album, I'm "Ready to Die" 

It's Sticky Fingaz, if you didn't already know who I am 

The minute I reached out and touched the whole hood with no hands 

Cause in the streets I live through it, it's more than music 

Whatever I'm spittin' on, I put my life into it 

Got a reputation on the streets of keepin' it rough 

There's just too many of us, you get rushed, you get bust - what! 

Big trucks, chrome rims spinnin' 

The mad faced niggas got money so now we grinnin' 

Pull your sticks out, we the group you listen to, kid! 

Niggas told me my music helped em' through they bid 

I'm the voice of the ghetto, the heart of New York 

A fiend will give his last hit, just to hear me talk 

Niggas paid for their mistakes, death is the price 

That's right motherfucka, Onyx for life! 

[Onyx] 

What! What! What! What! 

Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon) 

[Fredro Starr] 

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!) 

All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

Slam Harder! 

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!) 

All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!) 

All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)