Onyx Bang 2 Dis Lyrics

[Female]
Aiyo, what the f___? Y'all thought this was a game?
Y'all better "back the f___ up/bacdafucup"
Onyx is coming through
They the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged out
grimey, go hard, gully, get your a__ beat on and off stage s___
n____ what?

[Chorus: Sticky]
It's the O-N-Y-X
Where my n____s? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
You wanna bang then bang, n____ throw your set
Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
That's right it's the O-N-Y-X
Where my n____s? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
You wanna bang then bang, n____ throw your set
Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project

[Fredro]
You wanna bang n____ bang, f___ing bang your set
Wanna play gun rap, I'll arrange ya death
My tech disconnect
Arms, legs, necks from chest
Shots split you
Rip through tissue
Raps most dangerous, ravenous
I'll leave the booth covered with remains of s___
Put the four-five blitz on the dot six range
Ice your frame and hang ya banger by his chain
This is Crip talk, Blood New York
Blow ya brains in your hand, n____ hold that thought
From outta the dark
n____s get money from gat dealin'
Dead rappers body get found in back of buildings
We started this s___
We the heart of this s___
Onyx m_________er, hard as it get
We at war so wha-what
Get your arms up
n____ front, get your whole projects barked up

Chorus

[Sticky]
I got a million n____s, c___in nines
You don't know us kid, you better hide your shine
And if you see a n____ with jewels on his neck
Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up
Back on the scene, gun with the beam
All you see is white, turn you red for the green
n____s better move, Onyx coming through
Every track I'm on I turn black and blue
I can't, come from the head, I come from the heart
I s___ hip-hop, n____ wipe my a__ with the source
Ain't no n____ dead or alive f___in with this
Need a second opinion? Ask your b____
Walk through NYC to CPT
We 'bout blow up again like WTC
I changed the Benz sign to a crucifix
Onyx pull up with three 6's like six, six, six

Chorus

[Sonsee]
BLAOW! Techs up cause we bust rowd'
Shoot through your door
Watch bodies lift off the floor
Runnin' up the steps with a 100 shots gunnin'
Murder scene left so gross you can't stomach
My team built strong like steal bars in prison
twenty five to life, my brothers in hell biddin'
We bang on the charts, send flames to the top
n____s move on your spot, take blocks
Bang to this
I blaze s___ like an arsonist
It sprays the mist, to stack up your carcasses
What b____ n____ you get blast apart
Reppin O-P-M, till the casket drop

Chorus x3

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