Onyx Is Back-Onyx

Onyx Is Back - Onyx Onyx - Onyx is back Yeah, aha, yah [Chorus:] Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack (4x) Yo America is under attack, yo Onyx is back Took a team out the hood, the whole crew got phat Allot of hate 'cause I took Hollywood on my back Keep it cruelly, grimy, no positive rap You can tell by the way I got out the projects You still here, your thuggin' with the best Don't worry if I got nines I blast text You should worry if ya got shine I snatch next War for real you don't want war for real If its real make ya timps up step up and feel 'Cause real killas do real things, but not you You American ni**a who want to play ni**a? Take a stray ni**a, get out ma way ni**a The ballheads back nobody wurse then them I'm a madface ni**a in a worstagrim I'm a madface ni**a I'm n a ?? ?? [Chorus:] Who that, sonee, hell yeah! Bangin Brooklyn to Brussels to bell air Shortys poppin their brands Hoppin out cars, got rappers nervous, Scared of dropping their bars Take ya though, break you, break ya ho Ni**a ain't a greater flow I make ya new, Money better play it low Take it slow, Make the foo Keep ya face ain't a moo I'm like mixin' liquor I'm bound to come up on niggaz And hijack the bank abduct ya ditches Can't fly, got a nice plan tuck to fit ya I'll be lost a fare kid paid bucks to b**ch ya So, no, we're stopping we're trempin' yo scene I'm mixin', yellow with blue, I gotta get green Either yo with us, or not, not in between You will show us the money when I show you the bean [Chorus:] Well it's the S-T crocked I-see-K-why Got ma ?? ?? doin' for sticks back in be (?), K and why I'm livin' all in five barrels, so I'm rappin' wild The thuggest thug in the club, who else plays high? Been in the game for years, it made me a criminal Your small time, my rims is just as big as you Iv never had a nine to five, I had a nine that hit people that got off there five From those shiny things, that cut trough glass Don't even speak to me, this is about sex and cash I like ma cars, girls and clothes only for ma models I beat you between yo head with thousand dollar arms bottle Can't even with ice, I carry to much heat The combination always leaves somebody wetting the street I'm start sellin' hope trough ma arms of w**d 'Cause I'm broke, only got three hundred grand on the bank We back, bringing you that filth from filth Let me stop talking before I criminate myself [Chorus:]