Onyx - Bang 2 Dis Lyrics
[Female]A-Yo, what the *****? Y'all thought this was a game?Y'all better "Bacdafucup"Onyx is coming throughThey the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged outgrimey, go hard, gully, get your ass beat on and off stage shitNigga what?![Chorus: Sticky]It's the O-N-Y-XWhere my niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techsYou wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your setOnyx reppin' for the hood, every projectThat's right it's the O-N-Y-XWhere my niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techsYou wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your setOnyx reppin' for the hood, every project[Fredro]You wanna bang nigga bang, *****ing bang your setWanna play gun rap, I'll arrange ya deathMy tech disconnectArms, legs, necks from chestShots'll split youRip through tissueRaps most dangerous, ravenousI'll leave the booth covered with remains of shitPut the four-five blitz on the dot six rangeIce your frame and hang it back up by his chainThis is Crip talk, Blood New YorkBlow ya brains in ya hand, nigga hold that thoughtFrom outta the darkNigga's get money from gat dealin'Dead rappers body get found in back of buildingsWe started this shitWe the heart of this shitOnyx mother*****er, hard as it getWe at war so wha-whatGet your arms upNigga front, get your whole projects bombed upChorus[Sticky]I got a million niggas, *****in ninesYou don't know us kid, you better hide your shineN if you see a nigga with jewels on his neckStick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up!Back on the scene, the gun with the beamAll you see is white, turn you red for the greenNigga's better move, Onyx coming throughEvery track I'm on I turn black and blueI can't, come from the head, I come from the heartI shit hip-hop, nigga wipe my ass with the SourceAin't NO nigga dead or alive *****in wit disNeed a second opinion? Ask your *****!Walk fromNYC to CPTWe 'bout blow up again like WTCI changed the Benz sign to a crucifixOnyx pull up with three 6's like six, six, sixChorus[Sonsee]BLAOW! Techs up cause we bust rowd'Shoot through your doorWatch bodies lift off the floorRunnin' up the steps with a 100 shots gunnin'Murder scene left so gross you can't stomachMy team built strong like steal bars in prisonseven five (seventy-five!) to life, my brothers in hell biddin'We bang on the charts, send flames to the topNigga's move on your spot, take blocksBang to thisI blaze shit like an arsonistIt sprays the mist, n stack up your carcassesWhat ***** nigga you'd get blast apartReppin O-P-M, 'till the casket drop, *****!Chorus x3
