Onyx Lyrics

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Thingz Changed Lyrics

[Onyx - all talking]

Official Nast'! Word is bond

Yeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boy

Word up, Official, Official, Official, Official

Word up, check me, I'm the Official, Nastee

It's like that, yeah it's like this

Son hold up, what up what up

We gonna rhyme right now, word is bond

Give it all we got, c'mon yo, c'mon..

[Fredro Starr]

A lot of things have changed since I grown up

Half my brothers got locked, half got blown UP!

From playin "two hand touch" and the games in the street

But the games ain't the same, now we playin with heat

SEE THERE'S DANGER, in my buildin, they rollin dice there

Ain't nuttin nice there, who dare with ice-stare?!

My hallway is like Rahway, to the thugs in the doorway

Peace, kid I'm out, NO DOUBT! 

We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees just

tryin to stay warm, sippin ?Easy? Jesus!

Problems after problem, it keeps revolvin

They got us starvin, that's why we out robbin (knahmsayin?)

There's days I can't remember like the 6th of December

I think it was September nah, maybe it was November (what?!)

This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakers

Heard from Tamika, he's gettin buried in a speaker

cause his mom's was on that *inhaling*, gettin laced

She not SMOKIN IT! She took one bad hit

Chorus: repeat 2X

Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto

Hell no, it's everywhere you go!

Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto

Hell no, it's everywhere you go!

[Sonsee]

I'm not your role model, I'll drink the whole bottle

Don't follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrow

Just look around, EVERYWHERE, it's despair

It ain't no care here, and good times is rare

or seldom last long, they always fadin

when my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah)

Just to be a statistic, it's sadistic

Too realistic, we goin this QUICK!

The other night kids got bad (Word, T-N-T ran out?)

Got them kids Bill and Ted, they called the law news spread

Last week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochet

Hit somebody's baby, and they kid may be dead

Resultin from the ill {shit}, to say the least

Livin in the ghetto... rest in peace!

[Onyx]

Yo.. HEY!

cause where I'm from, the good die young

The sky is grey, we never see the sun

The ghetto life, is live and let live

on the day to day..

[Sticky Fingaz]

It all began when Shorty Rock took the law in his own hand 

Sick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old man 

So he did what any kid woulda done

Went into the closet, got his pop's gun

Who need enemy when you got family?

It's hard to get a job when you look like me (WORD UP!)

See people don't just rob cause they on unemployment

Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment

Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin 

Folks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (NO!)

Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavin

But where you gonna go? You can't escape THE GHETTO!

You see more when you HIGH, even less when you LOW

You can't run from your own shadow

Chorus

{*scratches "my little man, shorty doo wop"*}

[Onyx] In every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4X)

{*ad libs and "Official Nast'!" to fade*}