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