All We Got Iz Us

[intro]

Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
Oh no not them hittin' chrome!

[fredro starr]

Balheadz and gunz bloaw!
Do you wanna run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you don't know
You move too slow, boy you blow
My style flows on you right here
Where my queens niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out there? (yeah!...yeah!)

[sonsee]

Just watch us walk this hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make bricks

[sticky fingaz]

And you couldn't make me forget about, where i came frome
And even if i left...snow, i still be a hoodlum
Cuz good dayz come to those who take 'em
And i'm fed up, if there was so much things outta ya
I gotta screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's frustration and it's filled up inside a me!

[chorus]

Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
(4x)

[sonsee]

These m.c.'s shoulda rehearse
They keep comin' around like auto-reverse
But then i shift the worst!
We the worst, and then they heard
But first da cut-- then i bust they verse to quince(?) my fears

[sticky fingaz]

I've had mad money, but i spend it, now i'm broke
So i'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold
And i can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neck
And squeeze until i fuckin' strangle 'em to death

[sonsee]

Yo, you smell that?

[fredro starr]

Yeah, that's me, i'm the shit
I'm in affect like woodtex
A newer tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my heineken
Where's the weed i need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
This style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be
We afficial nast!

[chorus]

[fredro starr]

When i was born, i never thought that i could be like that
? up on their back, block's sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, i pack cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like i play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin' mine
Faultless for ghetto minds, and fuck da ???
See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, word to mother!

[sonsee]

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, cuz you gets no credit
You want it? here go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo
Bangin' m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, most def

[sticky fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, i earn money for walkin' in chains
Where i grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it i wouldn't've lived this long
In my wildest dreams, that i'm a star!
All spotlights, police have me!

[chorus]

[outro]

Afficial nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
All city keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop

[chorus: greg valentine]
There's no sunshine in the city
That's the way it's going down
People kill and people dyin
Every time i turn around

There's no sunshine...

[sticky fingaz]
I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers
Criminalist, and parole violators
I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators
Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators
Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers
Scandal big reelers, i sell coke to dope dealers
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars
Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large
Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers
Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this
For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters
Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious
My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws
Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors
Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers
I roll wit cigar smoke flowers
Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes mercedes
Always solicit, and pullin out on project business
Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers
Ready to run up in rockefeller, put the glock in the teller
And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up

[chorus]

[sonsee]
To me, usg livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin
Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin
On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings
Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin
We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can't be toleratin
Man that's frustratin, that's why we be demonstratin
How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin
Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep 'em strugglin
Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin
Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin
For child supportin, or self done abortion
Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune
So we'll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin
Every group and, until we see some more improvin
It'll be mad human deliciously, can't completion
Cuz every day is killin season

[chorus]

[sticky fingaz]
I pledge allegiance to the street and blame god
For the creation of this pitiful earth, that's filled wit temptation
Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation
Now i just got a probation, so wish me congratulation
But i'm under investigation, for psychic evaluation
Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination
So i need the participation the caucasian assassination
Time is wastin, it's a sticky situation
Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population
And there's no exaggeration, so whoever in an association
Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation
When hours of desperation, on for ya information
A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation
Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization
So i use my concentration wit a jim crow education
Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation
All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication
And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation
To elite from a tree my decorations
So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration's
That's being the manipulation of this god damn nation
And witness how the warn indication, so it's the indian conversation

[chorus]
Let all the live niguz in
Kick all the bitch ass niguz out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out and out and out

[sonsee]
Aiyo the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple
But i'mma do this wit a tempo, instrumental is what i'm into
(for the money) it's essential, and i gotta have it
A verb addict without a author, wit the herbals, we hurt who
Ever try to defy these guys, they fry
And thems get it, so all that shit you say, come on, kid kill it
You yap, not sellin that crap and hurtin me up and back slappin
You wouldn't know crunch time if you was the captain
It's here, and yea, we the called, the senders
And it's time to get live once more, we back on this agenda
And for ya hopeful niggas, trynna be contenders
And we come down like loose coats in the winter

[chorus]

[fredro starr]
Ain't no slackin in my action
I pull my back and beatin tracks in
Official nast, cold smashin, joints happen (yo what happen?)
Nothin just niggas bustin caps when i was rappin
Cuz niggas be packin pretty brown handle biz, who just a faction
But factual react, if frontin and fakin jacks, it's all a sudden
But there better be no proscratin, wit reaction when ya rappin
Cuz when you maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin
So get the gats, forget the facts, and like there's no compassion
Kick me, cuz i'm a daisy street, as cold as the alaskan
Bought my braids, bought my hat, and staten stay stackin

[chorus]

[sticky fingaz]
Give me the shottie, let me liven up the party
I like to start trouble, cuz i'm a little rowdy
We just three mc's, that like to fight
Even when we start the shit, we always end it right
So all of ya, frontins bad for ya health
Cuz in the 93, my army goin for self
Kids is cruel, more causin then these fucked up conditions
That we all hate, but fuck it if this our fate
Just listen up to what i say
The feds get shot daily, every day
Even my man got killed, that was families mournin
But from all the dirty bid, i know that hell is callin
Went to his wake and shit got held up
But niggas wit mask on they face
I couldn't escape, i was stuck
They said "everybody in here, up against the wall
The dead nigga owe me money, so i'll collect from y'all"
The people gave him struggle, 5 minutes went fast
When i said "i ain't givin ya nigga shit, i'ma just have to get blast"
And representin wit my life, i'm full fledged thief
And i'm the truth, that's why we always have beef

[chorus]

[hook]
And we do it like this, and we do it like that
Rules and regulations, so watch ya back, and pack a gat
Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in the streets
Cuz goin out, iz what it's all about

Onyxxx.......
They tried to poison the fetus
We gonna check it out like this
All hell
The high exalted
Yo
My mother fucking name is fredro starr
You know what i'm saying?
I'm up here with my man sonee the money the muther fucking greasiest
And my mother fucking nigga sticky the fucking fingaz
You know what i'm saying?
Yo sonee
Step to your mother fucking business nigga...word up

Verse 1:
I'm not the type to be flabbergasted
But all my doubters mastered
It ain't a matter bastard
Rule my hazard
Niggaz get blasted
Soon as i bring what i got in store for the new order
Who want it?
We got what your looking for
Fuck you gonna do now, money
Cause this the sonee
Seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister
I get downright deprived on them niggaz
We rob z's
Gimme all these, ya'll niggaz
Puss!
Whats the matter? i rush
Bum rush you better rise
And assult and catapult
Like a bullet i shot shit
The figure hurter
Word to murder
Rippin the master
Will make you back up from them further

Hold up the press
Heres comes the mess
Worship the best
Or die like the rest
You have the right to remain violent
Aaauuuggghh
Anything you say can and will be use against you to kill!
I'm a tyrant
Strinking like a viking
A knight in shining armor
Jumping for the sauna
The rough rhymer
Suicidal like nirvana
The end of your world is just beginning
Theres no winning in my inning
The dead things cannot effect the living
So i trip into the wind
Of the ghetto bad weather
I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on
Never talk to a stranger
Everybodys in grave danger
Me and my people just shot ya anger!
Fuck dat...ya better off dead!

Considered less than a god, but more than a man
I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian
With my mental powers and my sixth sense
That can raise a dead crowd into a live audience
(so get the fuck out the way)
Ooh, and get your ass cut
Cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt
(no doubt)
Heres the clip witches know its a black stone
Its a matter that shatter your track bone
Score to get to life
I'm concise
Niggaz get done up precise
Cut up fine
And fucked up real nice
We made up mean jamaica
And die like the lakers
Faking jack was mackin backwards
With the front in black got tactics
Straight from the desert-(queens)
Where niggaz is desperate
So i'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit
(get a life)
Fuck dat ya betta off dead!
(get a life)
Fuck dat ya betta off dead!

Verse 3:

Cover me, i'm going in
Move em in take em out
The time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle
Its too late to pray i'm selling one way tickets to hell
No one tell is what you punk niggaz yell
Like-wah wah!
Thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin
Black start attackin back-i'm still hurtin
Sticky come on come on well...

So all let up on the fact
That i'm a nigga that can just beat your mother fucking ass
To hurt your feelings
Cause your shit is trash
Too many people like me
Cause they're not worthy
Destruct my coalition
Its a demolition derby
Through all that spit you talk
And make the mic smell like saliva
Yick! you need to retire
Resign
I'm ahead of my time
In my prime
One of a kind
And out of my mind!
And ain't nothin in this world free so me i'ma kick a pay style
I don't got no smile i was abused as a child
My moms gave birth to a crazy ass wilder
Bust out her pussy with a mother fuckin gun
Started talking slang
Even joined a gang
The suicide scums
I sold jums to the bums
I was the hand to hand man pullin in clubs
Then i started dealin
Robbin and stealin
If not for killing then i'm known as a villain
If you want problems i'm ready and willing
And i'll get up in your mouth like a fucking filling

Fuck dat we betta off dead
Please somebody kill me before i put two in my own head...