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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Onyx
Onyx
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tyrone Taylor
Tyrone Taylor
Komponist:in
Fred Scruggs
Fred Scruggs
Komponist:in
Sticky Fingaz
Sticky Fingaz
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Onyx
Onyx
Mischtechniker:in
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mischtechniker:in
Randy Allen
Randy Allen
Produzent:in
Fredro Starr
Fredro Starr
Produzent:in
Jam Master Jay
Jam Master Jay
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Lyrics

We roll a hundred niggas deep and not one of y'all got a gun I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run So sit on black gortex, before test, we all wore vests I'm takin' all bets, to see who will score next I burn you like floor sex, you just a small threat Wit' a small set, so forfeit, I rhyme for more checks 'Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, I'mma walk this I'm worthless, I'm back to sellin' cracks behind the trenches I'ma hurt this when I work this, I'll beat you fuckin' senseless Deep and other bitches got me swingin' at the fences I bring it down like gravity, wit' the getto mentalitee To rule the oddity, the official nasty on the strategy The city never sleeps, so don't sleep on us I put niggas to rust, when my gun bust and plus You get rushed and when the press is on, you just been checked You had plans on conquerin' this, you need to switch up Get up, nigga you should of got up Obey my orders, 'cuz shit like that'll leave you shot up For real, it's a deadmans party, leave ya body at the door A loss for lechery, myduction to the century And entity is what I plan to be in the industry Enemies in my vicinity Get assassinated like the Kennedy My gats the foolproof remedy It's sonsee, black and blue, the bad news off the pocket Look like tacky, attack me, you get splashed Official nasty backwards, sue, what the fuck is rule, you dumb ass Trynna put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast Rap in the street, to do without ya While I haul off and snatch four shit out ya Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging And damn, it's cloggin' up, the blood he didn't smell The masses, disastrous, plenty closed caskets And asses, when I turn, we burn crews to ashes Niggas take the simple, so get gassed up and smashed up That's my word and come wit' that bullshit and that's ya ass Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee I trash niggaz who can't speak what I'm sayin' All city, mega bomb, I ain't playin' Just slayin' emcees and makin' niggas freeze And all of these lyrics for to squeeze Niggas please don't test me, just let me be Wit' my city, the nasty, official and keepin' niggas whippy To hit me, wit' the valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties I got drafted, because the fuckin' armee called me And it's all out war, niggas fall out For reasons thats now unknown, check this shit I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill us Until it's, my turn to fall, I'ma bill this Brick wall, to keep the crabs out of my sector Inject the, and now correct the J mega The hell wit rules, I won't leave a scratch to patch This is war, way worth of a grudge match Big P.I., low uphold a, a universal soldier Chump should of listened when I told ya I'm I'll, like fire moms you will, obtain Flip bombs and peal, lyrics burn like acid rain Holdin' the gutter, buck wild, for offerin' butter I'mma thug, I used to love the drug rubber Rugged and raw, pretty 'cuz I'm hardcore All mighty then Thor, always ain't it for a faggot jaw So hard rocks and fillin' flocks, clear the block My mics a glock, I keep plenty styles in stock The way emcees react when I attack Get me away from him, he's a maniac It's pure you see, I bring fame They call me nigga so much, startin' to think its my name Light skinned and a shame, 'cuz way back in the day They rapped my grandmothers mothers, when they was in Spain To help my grandfather, he be misbehaved But my ancestors was brave, and most of them real Stronghold brass, forty slain workin' in the field But a hundred years later, I learned about my roots And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue suits So I'm takin' recruits, and shut the fuck, it's on right And start a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white And if a nigga don't win, then we all jump in Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee Getto mentalitee
Writer(s): Tyrone Taylor, Kirk Jones, Fred Jr. Scruggs, Gregory P. Cordew, Larry Troupe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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