Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang 2 Dis, artist - Onyx. Album song Bacdafucup II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.07.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Bang 2 Dis |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |