fuck dat

onyx

yo! turn that shit up

word up!

afficial nasty niggas.fuck dat!

ya niggas is dead-ass!

know what i'm sayin'?

we're payin' my niggaz all city 'n shit!

word up! yo mega

fuck dat!

rip that brooklyn shit nigga!

]

what? what? what? what? what? what?

my fleet goals

by da creep cold

we blaze

y'all won't see those

you just feel 'em

we raise the states in this game

like helium

the new millenium

got me in mo' for killin' 'em

green backs

i want a mil 'em!

but don't minimum

strictly max out

the ol's put the black out

niggaz be frontin'

we take the back rob

now stay with that style

original

wanna act wild?

city puttin' cartracks out

as we stack now

we're nuthin' to match out

formula

see it clearly through my corner-ya

this goes out to niggas on the corner

mega's on ya

rap performer

no diploma

i'm sippin' on corona

keep my carpet coma

the east new york soldier

what?

(fuck dat! that's the all city shit!

yo greg valentine!)

{sticky fingaz}]

the beats be rushen like patrice

you better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece

then a clever sceam up ya slees

we has to say da least

between the thugs and the police

shit'll never be peace

cause holiday

raise ya weights ya hourly rate

we poly for higher states

buyin' fire escapes

see this

criminal life is like a 'roll it in dice'

niggaz holdin' they ice

wild bust on a slice

yo it's too often too hot

in this ghetto meldin' pot

put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what i got

as if

that ain't enough

for jakes is ratin' the spot

where we eat at

but tonight that's where they bleed at

that belone her with the flame

throwin' their rain

it's over

prayed to jehova

jiggaz up

the game's over

(all city what

all city what?! fuck dat!

yo sticky) {wassup nigga?} (come here nigga

fuck dat!

let these muthafuckaz know nigga!) {i want some new shit!}

]

oh ooh

here the thug come

from out the dungeon

say goodbye to ya love one

you can't run from

the dum-dum

kickin' wack shit! i cut out ya tongue son!

i'm in this rap shit for the lump sum

hit the stage as soon as the blunt's done

you don't want none! but regardless

we the wildest

you get demolished

i muthafuckin'

muthafuckin' murder

want charges!

walkin' targets

kill any rap artist!

still hate ya guts!

and hope that ya die!

if you not a ally

then yo ass gotta fry

two lifes for a life without no remorse

you fucked up big time

you should've finished me off nigga!

(what?! fuck dat! fuck dat!

afficial nast what up?!

yo lefty

i got a new nigga for ya niggaz!

yo fuck dat! step up and shit.)

{x-1}]

i roll with gat-swingers

that bay arms like tanktops

a bunch of problem bringers

that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop

guaranteed to make ya block hot

we runnin' the spots

we're tired of jizzle 'n rocks

we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts

got the big apple on smash like mobbs

we're livin' hell really?!

so we just vanish 'n rob

paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs

so fuck it

it's even get it get-got

so what?!

bring it

i'm closin' now shut

i don't give a fuck about gettin' popped

them thugs probably heard

left these two guns is al lot!

it's my time to go

playa

i'm tryin' to go spittin' you

for the dolies

niggaz just press g-o

while shoot outs

reachin' for the glocks

on my way to gettin' drugs

still spittin' ya

3-60 pill

i was drugged up

in a sixth still shittin' ya

call it murder

besides anybody try to here missin'

{what nigga?}

{what what

what

what?!}

(fuck dat! afficial nasty niggas!

fuckin' takin' this streets! that niggas is dead!)

]

all you crack niggaz

i don't even like your style

if it wasn't for love

you be dead right now

speak upon the gun nor

x is layin' it down

dirty two rounds

sprayin' ya town

takin' dirt back under the ground

be a man

take ya laws

die with the sacred course

six's bein' deep on the basic floors

(they hate that shit nigga! what?!

kick the our fuckin' shit! fuck dat!)

be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout

before my hart stops

kid i'm tryin' to see some jacks

you better get dropped dog

just read the facts

dig a gunshot

at least about bringin' you back

i run in cold spots

or walk that for liquid cats

x critical source

with criminal thoughts

under the physical laws

your visual lost

x-million now

nigga tripple the course

i cripple your boss

what?!

fuck dat! afficial nast nigga!

fuck dat! afficial nast nigga!

fuck dat! fuck dat! afficial nast nigga!

fuck dat! afficial nast nigga!

word up! fuckin' all city!

muthafuckin' onyx!

muthafuckin' fredro starr talkin' to you nigga!

fuckin' sonsee nigga! what da fuck is up?!

yo sticky

wassup nigga?! gangreen in this muthafucka!

bubba smith 'n shit! back da fuck up

everybody up!

my nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka!

dj ls

afficial nast nigga! fuck any dj

yo fuck dat!

word up

fuck dat! niggaz don't know! my muthafuckin' broher is sayin'

fuck dat!

big chris

fuck dat! niggaz ain't seein' shit! afficial nast! yo eat 'em up!

get da fuck up outta here!