"[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Yo what's the problem?
That's what I thought
What the fuck you looking at?
Yeah, yo, for all the our street niggas
All my project niggas
All the niggas out on the corners
And the fucking everyday struggle
Come on, Yeah , What , Yeah
Tired of these niggas man
Straight like that, fuck that
Yeah, What, Yeah, Survive for these niggas
Onyx to the death mutherfuckers
[Fredro Starr]
Onyx is gritty, grimey, the gutter
Projects, techs, nines, black Escalades
Low down, shiftee, mad at the world, straight gully
Villians, crooks, thieves, terrorists, killers
Drug dealers, Hennessey, ecstasy
Weed, Queens, Brooklyn
Robbin, stealin, stabbin, shootin, wylin
Criminals, thugs
[Sonsee]
Bloods, Crips, disaster, war
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Rich, poor
Life, death, God the devil
Onyx the rebels
Pain, anger, danger
Real, chicks banger
Knives, guns, streets, gutters
Robbers, mothers, back the fuck up, move back motherfuckers
[Sticky Fingaz]
Onyx is love and hate
Onyx is motherfucking spit in your face
Onyx is a highspeed police car chase
Onyx is puttin a hot gun in your waist
(Move back motherfuckers)
Onyx is pride
Onyx is shootouts with your moms inside
Onyx is robbery turned homicide
Onyx is living when you thought yous gon die
(Move back motherfuckers)
[Sonsee]
We spicks, rivals, braids
Heads, we bang, murderous
Metaphor, dance, newer, quicker
Hyper, calmer, bigger, faster, better
Stronger, obnoxious, filthy
Villians, thieves, tougher, enormous
Higher performance
Brooklyn (Yeah), Queens (Yeah)
The Bronx (Yeah), Manhattan (Yeah)
Long Island (Uh)
Shinnin (Yo)
We rhymin (Yo, Yo)
[Fredro Starr]
Ayo, we wild ass niggas
Jump over the stage in the crowd ass niggas
Scream on the mic, fucking loud ass niggas
Smacking all hos, yo, they foul ass niggas
Proud You'll be accepting my apology
For taking things to seriously.
Sometimes I'm old enough to keep routine
Sometimes I'm child enough to scream.
For everything I broke into,
You're barely missing me- I'm missing you.
For everything you do, I really do.
Really do, I'm sure I do.
My once photographic memory
For recollections' sake is failing me.
I can't remember for the life of me.
Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and re-write.
My pens paint people that I've proven wrong
Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and re-write.
My pens paint people that I've proven wrong.
We move on.
Get a job where I tell
All of my accounts of someone else.
I'm quick enough to judge that they were wrong
And that we knew it all along.
Sing along long-winded song
I would be content to hum along.
Ooh..
If I state
That my fingers know where to show
What everyone should have known
I'll let it go.
Hopefully you'll forget,
Any words that I've put in print.
My luck, You'll change.
Have strength enough to walk away.
Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and re-write
My pens paint people that I've proven wrong
Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and re-write
My pens paint people that I've proven wrong.
We move on.