Onyx - ***** Dat Lyrics
[fredro starr]Yo! turn that shit up, word up!Afficial nasty niggas...***** dat!Ya niggas is dead-ass!Know what Im sayin?Were payin my niggaz all city n shit!Word up! yo mega, ***** dat!Rip that brooklyn shit nigga![j. mega, (fredro starr)]What? what? what? what? what? what?My fleet goals, by da creep coldWe blaze, yall wont see those, you just feel emWe raise the states in this game, like heliumThe new millenium, got me in mo for killin emGreen backs, I want a mil (of) em!But dont minimum, strictly max out, the ols put the black outNiggaz be frontin, we take the back robNow stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?City puttin cartracks out, as we stack nowWere nuthin to match out, formulaSee it clearly through my corner-yaThis goes out to niggas on the corner, megas on yaRap performer, no diploma, Im sippin on corona, keep my carpet comaThe east new york soldier, what?(***** dat! thats the all city shit!Yo greg valentine!)[greg valentine, (fredro starr), {sticky fingaz}]Yo, the bees be rushin like petrees(? )You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleeceThen a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say deleaseBetween the thugs and the police, shitll never be peaceCause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rateWe poly for higher states, buyin fire escapesSee this, criminal life is like a roll it in diceNiggaz holdin they ice, wild bust on a sliceYo its too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin potPut out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I gotAs if, that aint enough, for jakes is ratin the spotWhere we eat at, but tonight thats where they bleed atThat belone her with the flame, throwin their rain, its overPrayed to jehova, jiggaz up, the games over(all city what, all city what? ! ***** dat!Yo sticky) {wassup nigga? }( come here nigga, ***** dat!Let these mutha*****az know nigga!!!) {i want some new shit!}(afficial nast! what? !!)[sticky fingaz, (fredro starr)]Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeonSay goodbye to ya love one, you cant heard from, the dumb dumbKickin wack shit! I cut out ya tongue son! Im in this rap shit for the lovesong!Who can stage as soon as the blunts out? you dont want none!But regardless, readin wildest, you get da mildest!I mutha*****in, mutha*****in murder, want charges!You off getargets, kill any rap artist!Still hate ya guts!, and hope that ya die!If youre not allah, then yo ass gotta frie!Soon as life is for a life, without no remorseYou *****ed up big time, you shouldve finished me off nigga!(what? ! ***** dat! ***** dat!Afficial nast what up? !Yo lefty, I got a new nigga for ya niggaz!Yo ***** dat! step up and shit....)[bubba smith, (fredro starr), {x-1}]I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktopsA bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stopGuaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin the spotsWere tired of jizzle n rocks, we straight up *****in in villains or jachtsGot the big apple on smash like mobbs, were livin hell really? !So we just vanish n rob, paper tellin me we all dyin from a leg docs(? )So ***** it, its even get it get-got, so what? !Bring it, Im closin now shut, I dont give a ***** about gettin poppedThem thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!Its my time to go, playa, Im tryin to go spittin youFor the dolies, niggaz just press g-oWhile shoot outs, reachin for the glocks, on my way to gettin drugsStill spittin ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still shittin yaCall it murder, besides anybody try to here missin(***** dat! yo x -1 nigga!) {what nigga? }(ya betta *****in do this shit nigga!) {what what, what, what? !}(***** dat! afficial nasty niggas!*****in takin this streets! that niggas is dead!)[x - 1, (fredro starr)]All you crack niggaz, I dont even like your styleIf it wasnt for love, you be dead right nowSpeak upon the gun nor, x is layin it downDirty two rounds, sprayin ya townTakin dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya lawsDie with the sacred course, sixs bein deep on the basic floors(they hate that shit nigga! what? !Kick the our *****in shit! ***** dat!)Be a hard rock and see where you end up boutBefore my hart stops, kid Im tryin to see some jacksYou better get dropped dog, just read the factsDig a gunshot, at least about bringin you backI run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid catsX critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical lawsYour visual lost, x-million now, nigga tripple the courseI cripple your boss, what? !![fredro & sticky fingaz]***** dat! afficial nast nigga!***** dat! afficial nast nigga!***** dat! ***** dat! afficial nast nigga!***** dat! afficial nast nigga!Word up! *****in all city!Mutha*****in onyx!Mutha*****in fredro starr talkin to you nigga!*****in sonsee nigga! what da ***** is up? !Yo sticky, wassup nigga? ! gangreen in this mutha*****a!Bubba smith n shit! back da ***** up, everybody up!!My nigga too dirty up in this mutha*****a! (know what Im sayin? !)Dj ls, afficial nast nigga! ***** any dj,yo ***** dat! (any dj nigga! afficial nast!)Word up, ***** dat! niggaz dont know! my mutha*****in broher is sayin, ***** dat!Big chris, ***** dat! niggaz aint seein shit! afficial nast! yo eat em up!Get da ***** up outta here! (*car rushin away*)
