Tytuł: The worst

• Wykonawca: Onyx
• Wyświetleń: 488

  
   Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
  Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
  
  [Raekwon]
  Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves
  Tanktop Nautica, flippin your daughter thirty ways
  Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time
  Play the mall, starin at your beautiful, sunshine
  Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift
  You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit
  Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
  This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich cat
  My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush
  Throwin down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
  Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto
  Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how
  my technique, rover in the robe, gold link
  You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat
  Rock Navi's though, hundred dollar bags valet
  That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley
  
  [Fredro Starr]
  Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock this
  The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
  Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious
  You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss
  
  [X-1]
  X-1 wild out, and make you watch this
  'til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin scraps out the garbage
  Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap
  X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
  Bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest'
  Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest
  
  [Fredro Starr]
  I draws the heat from across the street
  Fly you up off your feet, you die livin short but sweet
  Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine
  Dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
  Lookin at death, holdin your breath, laid out
  On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin your set
  Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your goin in debt
  I'm goin for broke, I'm blowin out smoke, you catch a stroke
  
  [X-1]
  Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
  X-Milli-on, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form
  Bringin the storm, forseein you warned
  Nuttin keepin me calm but heat in my palm
  Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin outta the dark
  Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park
  
  [Chorus: ODB samples from "Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)"]
  First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst
  First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst
  First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst
  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man!
  
  [Suave]
  Steal master grab half the cash fast and bash
  and splash yo' class, mash your staff, WHAT?!
  Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch
  Get merked in front, in the wrong circle punk!
  Mack clever niggaz dat regga'
  Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
  Shake and erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face
  Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you
  Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
  Pull fast for your stash
  Long as the war last, foot up in your ass
  Tryin to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap
  
  [Killa Sin]
  Yo; we be the mainstream
  supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends
  Number one love for thugs queens schemin on cream
  My whole team love, the E-cup bras and mobb cars
  Killa Sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars
  This terrorist, lyricist in the midst of the abyss
  We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists
  Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion
  All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what kid?
  
  [Chorus] - repeat 2X
  
  [Sticky] Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat?
  [Method] It's John John
  [Sticky] Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back?
  [Method] I got your back cousin
  [Sticky] I got the mack-dozen
  [Method] And when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin
  [Sticky] Cause it's a new year, time for some new shit
  [Sticky] Nowadays rappers dyin over music
  [Method] Dead on arrival
  [Method] We raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
  [Method] Duckin homicidal, you rivals
  [Sticky] Yeah yeah, Onyx/Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang
  [Sticky] Chitty-bang-bang
  [Method] Chitty-chitty-bang-bang
  [Method] Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins
  [Method] Caught in the zone, home on the range
  [Sticky] Aiyyo you rang for ferocious, atrocious
  [Sticky] We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala-
  [Method] - dope shit!
  [Sticky] Eight ball in the corner pocket
  [Method] We snatch wallets off the white collared
  [Method] The Big Apple forever rotted
  [Method] Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
  [Sticky] SO WHAT THE BUMBA CLAAT?!
  
  [Method Man]
  Pop shit, we do the knowledge
  To shark niggaz, once bitten
  Major swingers heavy hittin
  Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens
  Stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in
  The meltin pot's boilin hot now in Hell's Kitchen
  
  [Sticky Fingaz]
  Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers
  BELIEVE DAT!! My moms don't raise no suckers
  I slap rappers, turn 'em into singers
  Touch somethin of mine and you'll have NINE fingaz!
  
  [Method] Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin town red
  [Sticky] And RIP .. they whole crew to a shred!
  [Sticky] I got cold blood
  [Method] I pull yo' plug
  [Sticky] I hold, bust
  [Method] Show no love
  [Sticky] I'm so bugged
  [Method] Shoot yo' home up
  [Sticky] And shoot up the whole club
  [Method] We throw slugs
  
  [Sticky Fingaz]
  You ain't no thug!
  I earned every God damn penny that I got
  Son I'm rollin shotgun in the convertible
  I wish a nigga WOULD WHAT?
  Try to fuckin jack me, I'll MURDER YOU!!!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
  Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!