Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song O.N.Y.X Rmx, artist - Onyx. Album song Triggernometry, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.04.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Onyx
Song language: English
O.N.Y.X Rmx |
Turn it up |
Turn it up |
Turn it up |
All real niggas turn it up |
Turn it up |
Turn it up |
Turn it up |
All real bitches turn it up |
Turn it up |
Turn it up |
All real niggas turn it up |
Turn it up |
Turn it up |
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (*gun shots*) |
Thug recognise thug |
We all blood when we feel shots from a slug |
You think the kid boutta ice thata cool off |
Fuck ice you can’t floss in the fucking warm |
Summer nights son its time to put the Benz up |
And copp the Hummer with the bullet proof rims what |
To burn purple haze livin in the last dayz |
They fly planes kinda low where my PJ’s |
Where the money at? |
Bombs droppin from the sky |
I’m tryin live it up and fuck as much before I die |
To the death till my last breath, guns high |
Thats when you ride for your projects |
What you rep (*gun shots*) |
Fuck that, O.N.Y.X |
Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects |
Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects |
Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (REMIX) |
Yo, Yo O.N.Y.X |
Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects |
Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects |
Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (REMIX) |
Is you ready for the D-Day |
A thousand motha fuckas runnin on the freeway |
Feel the heat nigga, shit abouta back lash |
In the streets smokin dro through a gas mask |
I had to trade in my roli and my cross piece |
For automatics, ammo I (*gun shots*) need more heat |
Terrorists, bomb threats in the night club |
Drivin over mine fields on crome dubs |
And through all the lootin and the stampedes |
I be drinkin champagne through a cantine |
So fuck it, till they nuke us get your ones up (*gun shot*) |
Thats right thats the anthem get your guns up |
Uhhhh huh |
Its the O.N.Y.X |
We got you whylin throwin guns in the projects |
Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects |
Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (R-E-M-I-X) |
Its the O.N.Y.X |
We got you whylin throwin guns in the projects |
Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects |
Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (R-E-M-I-X) |
Yeah, yo |
Hot ones echo through the battlefield |
Hollow points flyin by piercin through ya shield |
Ya here the wall cry |
Fuck it throw ya guns high |
Now what you prayin for bitch we gonna all die |
And while you gather up your armed troops |
We pushin tanks throwin dank out the sunroof |
Theres no hope killas chanted out they war charols |
Cut throats snortin coke through a gun barrel |
Ain’t no point tryna save no civilians |
Got kids runnin up pullin out grenade pins |
Blowing buildings up |
Duck when ya hear the shots |
Flame throwers 1M-1's melt your whole block |
Pressure building up |
Know when to run high suicide bombers flying in the high rise |
Raise shots above us |
Fuck till we get paid |
Or in the? |
we pray these the last dayz |
Thats right its the O.N.Y.X |
Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects |
Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects |
Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots thats right (R-E-M-I-X) |
Thats right its the O.N.Y.X |
Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects |
Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects |
Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots thats right (R-E-M-I-X) |