Onyx - Street Nigguz Lyrics
Chorus(x2):[all] street niggaz[sticky fingaz] gettin high all the time[all] street niggaz[sticky fingaz] ***** beef and draw the nine[all] street niggaz[sticky fingaz] always yellin ***** the cops[all] street niggaz[sticky fingaz] we the niggaz that call the shots[x-1]Street niggaz love to flip, puttin slugs in clipsWhile in out with bloods and crips, on some shitLeavin you ripped is totally sickI sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin serious chipsYou on a curious a trip way out of your whackBlow you out of your back, the game of crack, how bout that?Holdin my aim, with ways to wreckNever know what to expectRespect a hole in you chestMy mind is set, its time for death, rewind your stepsThe way that Im doin you is everyday screwin youOff the topMake money off of rocksOn and off the block, bouncin off on copsWhose the next street star? kid, you love to be nextBut its x-1, kid, in the ? lux relex?Wit a ghetto type styleHeat for beef that we can settle right nowStreet niggazChorus(x2)[fredro starr]Street niggaz spend they lasts on weedSmoke to the ropesDead broke, some flip coke, sell soapBust four guns, off the roof, trickOverproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all nightEveryday niggaz gambalin, pumpin drugs, scrambalinMy nigga got shot, that same spot you standin in***** nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for eight, suffocateJail nigga liftin weights, ***** the jakeWe brake laws, snuffin mother*****as, breakin drawersRobbin liquor stores? rubbin? ghetto niggaz dirty drawersNever hesitate to bass, kick your *****in ass***** work, nigga take cashWit the quick ? ? ?Open cases, wit razorsThey open facesPaid niggaz got guns wit lasers, sky pagersChrome rims and loud systemsSo what the light? you make the whitePeople listen you five days out the prisonWe...Chorus(x2)[sonsee]Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush actBust jacks out the windowplex, and lust thatWe back, we at the place, contact reactCall back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp catsFor violation of ? ? ? , whichever come firstLove for money could hurt, its a thirst, we splurgeIn suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy earlySwervin, packin big power, maxin six hoursUp in the expo, ? e bowel?For beef, the heat, the vowelCaught up in them street showersBuckun the same clips, *****in the same chicksThe game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quickStreet niggaz regulatinDoe and hoes and north states, and flip whipsHigh speed car chasesThe inner belly beast dwellinBorn and raised, extortin for daysLeavin mother*****ers more than grazedChorus(x2)[sticky fingaz]Im a street nigga***** wit me, ya shot in the brainsThey call me sticky fingaz, how you think I got my name?This is not a game, kid I know my mathI walk around wit my pants hangin off my assI dont give a *****!The nigga heres to ruggedI pull out my dick and take a piss in publicSmokin weed, drinkin brew, thats all I do***** *****es, get money, was all I knewPolice in the rearview, always runnin my platesI kept one poker face and a gun in my waistOff safety, *****, wit one in the headYou first nigga frontin gettin dropped wit one in the headI got no respect for lifeMy moms on drugsYou scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit nothin but thugsIm so trifeHope I can live another nightAnd I fear no man, I swear on my mothers lifecuz Im a...[all] street niggaChorus (without first all sentence)[all]street niggaz (faded)
