Onyx Lyrics

Album: Shut 'Em Down

Raze Em Up Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen 

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines flight 188 

Intro/Chorus: Onyx 

Kill it in the club baby show some love 

My real thugs where you at? Baby throw ya gats 

To all the ladies in the spot show me what ya got 

Big cats in the back get rocked what react 

(repeat 2X) 

Verse One: 

Real thug shit unplugged 

Ladies lust angel dust aim and bust 

Bitches who nod the bulletproof ride's coke in my eyes 

and got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive 

to cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke 

Here to get those, snakes get it the most 

G's overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes 

Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so.. 

Ladies and gentlemen 

[Sonsee] 

It's going on right now 

Official Nast' don't be playin around, we lay it down 

Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen 

Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin 

You got in the way, sorry to say 

You shoulda known, shinin on Sonsee's not in the day 

All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates 

be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit 

Chorus 

Verse Two: 

[Fredro Starr] 

Yo, yo 

I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit 

Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit 

Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist 

Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot 

Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish 

I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this 

Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs 

goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms 

The shit'll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass 

in a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash 

The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time 

Son some crackers locked me up that's how I lost my mind 

Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him 

He didn't listen told him give me the shine 

The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me 

The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin he spit thee 

Chorus 

Verse Three: 

Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex 

When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice 

Life in the drain niggaz money's got my gold chain thicker 

Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga 

From coast to coast I keep the toast 

My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze 

Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless 

Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

AHHHHHHHH I seen death, almost died twice tonight 

Sell my own mother out if the price is right 

I hate life, gimme the glock 

about to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin like it or not 

GET OFF ME! Let me go, don't hold me back 

Where my real thugs at? Baby THROW YA GAT! 

Sticky Fingaz, from out your darkest fears 

I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs 

Chorus 

Killin it (2X) 

Chorus 

Ladies and gentlemen 

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188 

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Word up yo, Official Nast' 

Gettin cream, Onyx, we move with the many crews 

We let you know right now, we shuttin shit down 

Nine-eight, word up get your shit straight 

You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up 

What? Bring yo' shit to the club 

Bring yo' heat to the street 

Official Nast', shuttin shit down -- WHAT?! 

Ladies and gentlemen 

Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188