Onyx Is Back Lyrics
| Song | Onyx Is Back |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | Bacdafucup, Pt. II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blow, Morales, Robinson ... | |
| Onyx - Onyx is back | |
| Yeah, aha, yah | |
| Chorus: 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 ?? ?? | |
| Chorus [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 | |
| Chorus [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 |
| zuo qu : Blow, Morales, Robinson ... | |
| Onyx Onyx is back | |
| Yeah, aha, yah | |
| Chorus: 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 americe 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 ?? ?? | |
| Chorus 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 | |
| Chorus Sticky Fingaz | |
| Well it' s the | |
| ST crocked | |
| ICKY 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Blow, Morales, Robinson ... | |
| Onyx Onyx is back | |
| Yeah, aha, yah | |
| Chorus: 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 ?? ?? | |
| Chorus 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 | |
| Chorus Sticky Fingaz | |
| Well it' s the | |
| ST crocked | |
| ICKY 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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