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Who'd have thought they'd lead ya? (Who'd have thought they'd lead ya?)
Back there where we need ya? (Back there where we need ya?)
Yeah, we tease him a lot, 'cause we got him on the spot
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
Who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!)
All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
Slam harder!
Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!)
All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
Slam harder!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
Heyo, we back in the easy
The game is over, it's a rap
It's a ree-zay, straight like that
It's a good look we put, hardcore on the map
Ten years to be exact, still throwing up gats
See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that
But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at
So back da f-k up, comin' through, coming through, get ya slam on
Y'all the hardest n- in rap, ya dead wrong
Y'all the n- sitting on 20s with no gas money
Y'all n- think you shinin' like Puff, who got money?
Like you really pop shots in the club
You only pop bottles of bub
Y'all ain't got no real street love
To the death, to the ghetto, my kids with heavy metal
On the everyday hustle, never ready to settle, uh
Back together, with the classic terror
Onyx, back forever, bustin', gats together, what!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
Heyo, who slam harder, Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!)
All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
Slam harder!
Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!)
All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
Slam harder!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
It's locked now, we here, same as before
Plaques and stacks of their dough on our living room floor
From that project heat sick ridiculous flow
For my One-Stop, y'all know the M.O
Bigger than the streets' anthems, you stealin' the flow
Rappin' other people's money and we takin' ya dough
My killas the grimiest, we keep it the gulliest
We leave you the bloodiest, 'cause we be the hungriest
Hear that? Hunger pains
That's the things that'll numb your brain, run ya change
It's not a threat, it's a promise
I even got my St. Louis n- slammin' haters offa Onyx
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
Slam harder!
Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
Slam harder!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
You wanna know the truth? Take a look in my eye
I'm like BIG's first album, I'm "Ready to die"
It's Sticky Fingaz, if you didn't already know who I am
The minute I reached out and touched the whole hood with no hands
'Cause in the streets I live through it, it's more than music
Whatever I'm spittin' on, I put my life into it
Got a reputation on the streets of keepin' it rough
There's just too many of us, you get rushed, you get bust - what!
Big trucks, chrome rims spinnin'
The mad-faced n- got money so now we grinnin'
Pull your sticks out, we the group you listen to, kid!
N- told me my music helped em' through they bid
I'm the voice of the ghetto, the heart of New York
A fiend will give his last hit, just to hear me talk
N- paid for their mistakes, death is the price
That's right motherf-, Onyx for life!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (what!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!)
All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
Slam harder!
Heyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (Onyx!)
All my thugs getting dollars (Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!)
Slam harder, duh, duh, duh, duh...
Slam harder
