Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Onyx Is Back, 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
Onyx Is Back |
| Took a team out the hood, the whole crew got phat |
| A lot of hate 'cause I took Hollywood on my back |
| Keep it cruelly, grimy, no positive rap |
| You can tell by the way I got out the projects |
| You still here, your thuggin with the best |
| Don’t worry if I got nines I blast text |
| You should worry if ya got shine I snatch next |
| War for real you don’t want war for real |
| If it’s real make ya Timbs up step up and feel |
| 'Cause real killas do real things, but not you |
| You americé nigga who wanna play nigga? |
| Take a stray nigga, get out ma way nigga |
| The ballheads back nobody worse then them |
| I’m a mad face nigga in a worsta grim |
| I’m a maceface nigga I’m n a |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Who that, sonee, hell yeah |
| Bangin' Brooklyn to Brussels to bell air |
| Shortys poppin' their brands |
| Hoppin' out cars, got rappers nervous |
| Scared of dropping their bars |
| Take ya though, break you, break ya ho |
| Nigga ain’t a greater flow |
| I make ya new, money better play it low |
| Take it slow, make the foo, keep ya face ain’t a moo |
| I’m like mixin' liquor, I’m bound to come up on niggaz |
| And highjack the bank abduct ya ditches |
| Can’t fly, got a nice plan tuck to fit ya |
| I’ll be lost a fare kid paid bucks to bitch ya |
| So, no, wer stopping wer trempin' yo scene |
| I’m mixin', yellow with blue, I gotta get green |
| Either yo' with us, or not, not in between |
| You will show us the money when I show you the bean |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Well, it’s the S T crocked I C K Y |
| Got ma doin' for sticks back in B, K and Y |
| I’m livin' all in 5 barrels, so I’m rappin' wild |
| The thuggest thug in the club, who else plays high? |
| Been in the game for years, it made me a criminal |
| Your small time, ma rims is just as big as you |
| I’ve never had a 9 to 5, I had a 9 that hit people that got off there 5 |
| From those shiny things, that cut trough glass |
| Don’t even speak to me, this is about sex and cash |
| I like ma cars, girls and clothes only for ma models |
| I beat you between yo head with thousand dollar arms bottle |
| Can’t even with ice, I carry to much heat |
| The combination always leaves somebody wetting the street |
| I’m start sellin' hope trough ma arms of weed |
| 'Cause I’m broke only got three hundred gram on the bank |
| We back, bringing you that filth from filth |
| Let me stop talking before I criminate myself |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |
| Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack |