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Yeah we tease him a lot, cause we got him on the spot

Welcome back. welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.

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Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (What!) Yeah! (C'mon)

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Aiyyo, 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!

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Aiyyo we back in the e-zay

The game is over, it’s a rap

It’s a ree-zay, straight like dat

It’s a good look, we put, hardcore on the map

Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats

See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that

But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at

So «Bacdafucup,"comin' through, comin through, get ya «SLAM"on

Y’all the hardest niggas in rap, ya dead wrong

Y’all the niggas sittin on 20's with no gas money

Y’all niggas 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!

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Bigger than the streets' anthems, you stealin' the flow

Reppin' 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

(GRRRRRRR) 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 niggas SLAMMIN haters offa Onyx

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You wanna know the truth? Take a look in my eye

I’m like B.I.G.'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 niggas got money so now we grinnin'

Pull your sticks out, we the group you listen to, kid!

Niggas 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

Niggas paid for their mistakes, death is the price

That’s right motherfucka, Onyx for life!

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