Lyrics Ahhh Year - Onyx, Mad Lion

Ahhh Year

Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Your son try 2 sound like me you can’t do that
Onyx coming thru the door you better move back
I’m coming from the gutter feel my pain
Every time I rhyme you could see my veins
Give you the bats like hank shock
Bank pop to your head bank shot
Ricochet
Bink bink ricocht
Like stick a say
Fuck what a nigga say
Yeah they got the streets tape off
Hitting 6 times take a trip up north
I rather take your life I ain’t trying take a loss
If I got get it gotta take it by force
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Buy more guns that’s my New Years resolution
ONYX OG Sticky Dro in distribution
If I know me I’ll probably head the revolution
I’m G O D of the underground movement
Walk with my gun out talk smart dumb out
ONYX on the bill niguh the whole hood come out
Niguh squeeze one out everybody run out
I guess you staying indoors till the sun out
(AH YEAR)
Cause I came from the metropolis
New York is up north we always on the top of shit
New album Sticky Fingaz I ain’t dropping it
New album Sticky Fingaz I ain’t dropping it
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
Ahh yeah this is our year forget last year last year outta here
I’m the original… pull up with that semi cocked
One squeeze a make a niguh Harlem shake or millie rock
These niguhz bars is like a lil broad when her titties drop
For every gun you brag about pussy I got 20 Glocks
Every year the year of the Lion it’s time to face off
Tear your face off while I beat your fucking breaks off
Blow a hundred bands that’s nothing for me to shake off
I’m in my jet puffing mad loud tho before I take off
Who you think put the work in the street
Butch bitches need to thank me too before they eat
I keep the whole city wavy
Product is elite
Form Harlem to Crenshaw boy
You’re fuckin with a beast
Thinking shit is sweet
I’ll get you wrapped up mummified
Throw you off the mountainside bitch
I got a hundred ties
Niguh that you fear is at my round table unified
I just bought a coffin what’s missing you inside
You don’t want no static with the rude boy
Loading up the clip with the new toys
(ONYX) Mad Lion in the spot all you hear is gunshots
All you hear is gunshots
You don’t want no static with the rude boy
Loading up the clip with the new toys
(ONYX) Mad Lion in the spot all you hear is gunshots
All you hear is gunshots