Bang 2 Dis

歌詞

[Female] Aiyo, what the fuck? Y'all thought this was a game? Y'all better "back the fuck up/bacdafucup" Onyx is coming through They the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged out grimey, go hard, gully, get your ass beat on and off stage shit Nigga what? [Chorus: Sticky] It's the O-N-Y-X Where my niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techs You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project That's right it's the O-N-Y-X Where my niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techs You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project [Fredro] You wanna bang nigga bang, fucking bang your set Wanna play gun rap, I'll arrange ya death My tech disconnect Arms, legs, necks from chest Shots split you Rip through tissue Raps most dangerous, ravenous I'll leave the booth covered with remains of shit Put the four-five blitz on the dot six range Ice your frame and hang ya banger by his chain This is Crip talk, Blood New York Blow ya brains in your hand, nigga hold that thought From outta the dark Niggas get money from gat dealin' Dead rappers body get found in back of buildings We started this shit We the heart of this shit Onyx motherfucker, hard as it get We at war so wha-what Get your arms up Nigga front, get your whole projects barked up Chorus [Sticky] I got a million niggas, cockin nines You don't know us kid, you better hide your shine And if you see a nigga with jewels on his neck Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up Back on the scene, gun with the beam All you see is white, turn you red for the green Niggas better move, Onyx coming through Every track I'm on I turn black and blue I can't, come from the head, I come from the heart I shit hip-hop, nigga wipe my ass with the source Ain't no nigga dead or alive fuckin with this Need a second opinion? Ask your bitch Walk through NYC to CPT We 'bout blow up again like WTC I changed the Benz sign to a crucifix Onyx pull up with three 6's like six, six, six Chorus [Sonsee] BLAOW! Techs up cause we bust rowd' Shoot through your door Watch bodies lift off the floor Runnin' up the steps with a 100 shots gunnin' Murder scene left so gross you can't stomach My team built strong like steal bars in prison twenty five to life, my brothers in hell biddin' We bang on the charts, send flames to the top Niggas move on your spot, take blocks Bang to this I blaze shit like an arsonist It sprays the mist, to stack up your carcasses What bitch nigga you get blast apart Reppin O-P-M, till the casket drop Chorus x3