[Fredro Starr] <br />Aiyyo we back in the e-zay <br />The game is over, it's a rap <br />It's a ree-zay, straight like dat <br />It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map <br />Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats <br />See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that <br />But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at <br />So "Bacdafucup," comin' through, comin through, get ya "SLAM" on <br />Y'all the hardest niggas in rap, ya dead wrong <br />Y'all the niggas sittin on 20's with no gas money <br />Y'all niggas think you shinin like Puff, who got money? <br />Like you really pop shots in the club <br />You only pop bottles of bub' <br />Y'all ain't got no real street love <br />To the death, to the ghetto, my kids with heavy metal <br />On the everyday hustle, never ready to settle, uh <br />Back together, with the, classic terror <br />Onyx, back forever, bustin', gats together, WHAT! <br /><br />[Sticky Fingaz] <br />You wanna know the truth? Take a look in my eye <br />I'm like B.I.G.'s first album, I'm "Ready to Die" <br />It's Sticky Fingaz, if you didn't already know who I am <br />The minute I reached out and touched the whole hood with no hands <br />Cause in the streets I live through it, it's more than music <br />Whatever I'm spittin' on, I put my life into it <br />Got a reputation on the streets of keepin' it rough <br />There's just too many of us, you get rushed, you get bust - what! <br />Big trucks, chrome rims spinnin' <br />The mad faced niggas got money so now we grinnin' <br />Pull your sticks out, we the group you listen to, kid! <br />Niggas told me my music helped em' through they bid <br />I'm the voice of the ghetto, the heart of New York <br />A fiend will give his last hit, just to hear me talk <br />Niggas paid for their mistakes, death is the price <br />That's right motherfucka, Onyx for life!
