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letra de o.n.y.x. (original) - onyx

[intro: fredro starr]
word up, n-ggas
i know ya, n-ggas, from my f-ckin’ [?], man
straight up, man
straight the f-ck up, man!
straight up
yo, yo, yo
turn it up, turn it up
turn it up, all real n-ggas
turn it up, turn it up
turn it up, all real b-tches
turn it up, turn it up
turn it up, all real n-ggas
turn it up, turn it up

[verse 1: fredro starr]
thug recognise thug
we all blood, when we feel shots from a slug
you think the kid boutta ice thata cool off
f-ck ice you can’t floss in the f-cking warm
summer nights, son—it’s time to put the benz up
and cop the hummer with the bullet proof rims what
to burn purple haze livin’ in the last dayz
they fly planes kinda low where my pj’s
where the money at? bombs droppin’ from the sky
i’m tryin’ live it up and f-ck as much before i die
to the death, ’til my last breath, guns high
that’s when you ride for your projects, what you rep
[chorus: fredro starr]
f-ck dat, o-n-y-x
got n-ggas whylin’ throwin’ guns in the projects
got n-ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
got n-ggas in clubs startin’ f-ckin’ riots
yo, yo, o-n-y-x
got n-ggas whylin’ throwin’ guns in the projects
got n-ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
got n-ggas in clubs startin’ f-ckin’ riots

[verse 2: sonee seeza]
[?]

[chorus: sonee seeza]
o-n-y-x
got ’em whylin’ throwin’ guns in the projects
got n-ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
got n-ggas in clubs startin’ f-ckin’ riots
o-n-y-x
got ’em whylin’ throwin’ guns in the projects
got n-ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
got n-ggas in clubs startin’ f-ckin’ riots

[verse 3: sticky fingaz]
is you ready for the d-day?
a thousand mothaf-ckas runnin’ on the freeway
feel the heat n-gga, sh-t abouta back lash
in the streets smokin’ dro through a gas mask
i had to trade in my rollie and my cross piece
for automatics, ammo i need more heat
terrorists, bomb threats in the night club
drivin’ over mine fields on crome dubs
and through all the lootin’ and the stampedes
i be drinkin’ champagne through a cantine
so f-ck it, ’til they nuke us get your ones up
that’s right, that’s the anthem, get your guns up
[chorus: sticky fingaz]
uh-huh, it’s the o-n-y-x
we got you whylin’ throwin’ guns in the projects
got n-ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
got n-ggas in clubs startin’ f-ckin’ riots
it’s the o-n-y-x
we got you whylin’ throwin’ guns in the projects
got n-ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
got n-ggas in clubs startin’ f-ckin’—

- onyx

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