[Female]
Aiyo, what the f**? Y'all thought this was a game?
Y'all better "back the f** up/bacdafucup"
Onyx is coming through
They the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged out
Grimey, go hard, gully, get your a** beat on and off stage sh**
n***a what?
[Hook: Sticky]
It's the O-N-Y-X
Where my n***as? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
You wanna bang then bang, n***a throw your set
Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
That's right it's the O-N-Y-X
Where my n***as? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
You wanna bang then bang, n***a throw your set
Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
[Fredro]
You wanna bang n***a bang, f**ing bang your set
Wanna play gun rap, I'll arrange ya d**h
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 sh**
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, n***a hold that thought
From outta the dark
n***as get money from gat dealin'
Dead rappers body get found in back of buildings
We started this sh**
We the heart of this sh**
Onyx motherf**er, hard as it get
We at war so wha-what
Get your arms up
n***a front, get your whole projects barked up
Chorus
[Sticky]
I got a million n***as, co*kin nines
You don't know us kid, you better hide your shine
And if you see a n***a with j**els 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
n***as 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 sh** hip-hop, n***a wipe my a** with the source
Ain't no n***a dead or alive f**in with this
Need a second opinion? Ask your b**h
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
Chorus
[Sonsee]
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
n***as move on your spot, take blocks
Bang to this
I blaze sh** like an arsonist
It sprays the mist, to stack up your carca**es
What b**h n***a you get blast apart
Reppin O-P-M, till the casket drop
Chorus x3