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