Onyx Lyrics

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Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!

[Raekwon]

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves

Tanktop Nautica, flippin your daughter thirty ways

Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time

Play the mall, starin at your beautiful, sunshine

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift

You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit

Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat

This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich cat

My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush

Throwin down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that

Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto

Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how

my technique, rover in the robe, gold link

You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat

Rock Navi's though, hundred dollar bags valet

That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley

[Fredro Starr]

Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock this

The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless

Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious

You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss

[X-1]

X-1 wild out, and make you watch this

'til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin scraps out the garbage

Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap

X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets

Bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest'

Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest

[Fredro Starr]

I draws the heat from across the street

Fly you up off your feet, you die livin short but sweet

Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine

Dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time

Lookin at death, holdin your breath, laid out

On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin your set

Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your goin in debt

I'm goin for broke, I'm blowin out smoke, you catch a stroke

[X-1]

Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red

X-Milli-on, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form

Bringin the storm, forseein you warned

Nuttin keepin me calm but heat in my palm

Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin outta the dark

Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park

[Chorus: ODB samples from "Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)"]

First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst

First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst

First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst

You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man!

[Suave]

Steal master grab half the cash fast and bash

and splash yo' class, mash your staff, WHAT?!

Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch

Get merked in front, in the wrong circle punk!

Mack clever niggaz dat regga'

Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya

Shake and erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face

Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you

Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash

Pull fast for your stash

Long as the war last, foot up in your ass

Tryin to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap

[Killa Sin]

Yo; we be the mainstream

supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends

Number one love for thugs queens schemin on cream

My whole team love, the E-cup bras and mobb cars

Killa Sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars

This terrorist, lyricist in the midst of the abyss

We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists

Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion

All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what kid?

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Sticky] Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat?

[Method] It's John John

[Sticky] Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back?

[Method] I got your back cousin

[Sticky] I got the mack-dozen

[Method] And when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin

[Sticky] Cause it's a new year, time for some new shit

[Sticky] Nowadays rappers dyin over music

[Method] Dead on arrival

[Method] We raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival

[Method] Duckin homicidal, you rivals

[Sticky] Yeah yeah, Onyx/Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang

[Sticky] Chitty-bang-bang

[Method] Chitty-chitty-bang-bang

[Method] Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins

[Method] Caught in the zone, home on the range

[Sticky] Aiyyo you rang for ferocious, atrocious

[Sticky] We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala-

[Method] - dope shit!

[Sticky] Eight ball in the corner pocket

[Method] We snatch wallets off the white collared

[Method] The Big Apple forever rotted

[Method] Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'

[Sticky] SO WHAT THE BUMBA CLAAT?!

[Method Man]

Pop shit, we do the knowledge

To shark niggaz, once bitten

Major swingers heavy hittin

Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens

Stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in

The meltin pot's boilin hot now in Hell's Kitchen

[Sticky Fingaz]

Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers

BELIEVE DAT!! My moms don't raise no suckers

I slap rappers, turn 'em into singers

Touch somethin of mine and you'll have NINE fingaz!

[Method] Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin town red

[Sticky] And RIP .. they whole crew to a shred!

[Sticky] I got cold blood

[Method] I pull yo' plug

[Sticky] I hold, bust

[Method] Show no love

[Sticky] I'm so bugged

[Method] Shoot yo' home up

[Sticky] And shoot up the whole club

[Method] We throw slugs

[Sticky Fingaz]

You ain't no thug!

I earned every God damn penny that I got

Son I'm rollin shotgun in the convertible

I wish a nigga WOULD WHAT?

Try to fuckin jack me, I'll MURDER YOU!!!

[Chorus]

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!