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1. _ Live!!!
Intro/chorus:
Let all the live niggas in
Kick all the bitch ass niggas out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out and out and out
Aiyo, the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple
But i'ma do this ripper dipple, it's your mentals is what i'm into
(for the money!!!) it's essential, and i got ta have it
A verb addict without an author, with the verbals, we hurt em
(who?!?)ever try to defy these guys they (fry!!!)
And they skillet, to all that shit you say you do (ki-kill it!!!)
You yappin ???????????????????????? urkin me and back slappin
You ain't no punchtop, it's you is the cappin (guess what?!?!)
It's here and there, we're the core (the centre!!!)
And if tommy gets live once more, we're back on his agenda
And for y'all hopeful niggas, tryin ta be contenders
(it's a storm!!!) and we come down like goose coats in the winter
Chorus
Yeeeeaaaah
Ain't no slackin in my action, i put my back in
Beatin tracks in, official now cold smash and jaw tappin
(yo what happened?!?!) nuttin, just niggas bustin caps when i was rappin
Cos niggas be packin pretty brand new pistols just for fashion
Cos a fraction be actin frontin, makin jacksons off of satin
But there better be no procrastin with the axe when you're blastin
Cos when you're maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin
(so!!!) get the gats, forget the backs and like there's no compassion
Keep ya heat cos nowadays these streets is cold as the alaskan
Plus my brain sparks and, my hat in staten stay phattin
Chorus
Give me the shotty, let me liven up the party
I like to start trouble, cos i'ma little rowdy
And with just three mc's that like to fight
Even when we start the shit we always end it right
So for alla y'all, frontin's bad for ya health
Cos in the '9-fever, army goin for self
Kids is true for a cause and it's these fucked up conditions that
We all hate, well fuck it if it's our fate
Just listen up, to what i say
Cos niggas get shot daily, everyday
Even my man got killed, now his family's mournin
But from all the dirt he did i know that, hell is callin
Went to his wake and shit got held up
By niggas with masks on their face, i couldn't escape, i was fucked
They said "everybody in here, up against the wall
That dead nigga owe me money so i'm collectin from y'all"
The people gave him struggle, five minutes went fast
When i said "i ain't givin y'all niggas shit, i'ma just have to get
Plastered"
>from the centre of my life, a full-fleshed thief and i'm the truth
That's why we always have proof
Chorus
Yeah we do it like this and we do it like that
Who's in regulation? watch your back and pack a gat
Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in your sheet
Cos goin out is what it's all about
Onyx!!! live!!!
Onyx!!! live!!!
Onyx!!! live!!!
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2. _ Jackin' For Beats '99
* several different beats are used in this song
Like ice cube's "jacking for beats"
(jigga my nigga-jay-z)
Sticky
What's my muthafuckin' name
Fingaz
And who i'm rollin' wit
All my killas
Uh uh uh labels better get it right
Rappers better gimme that beat fool
Clik clik you been robbed now
You didn't know sticky fingaz on ya track now
Somebody said you number 1 in the streets
That's why i'm coming for you first jackin' your beat
I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit
Got robbed on the radio broad day public
The thugs loved it it's not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
(holla holla-ja rule)
Beat robba robba
Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em hotta hotta
Stealin' all ya spins plus ya dollas dollas
Killas if you feel me just folla folla (what, come on)
Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat
Even if it's off your plate i gots to eat
I'm on some bullshit for no apparent reason
I want it wit y'all i'm ready to die breathin'
(hate me now-nas)
It's the rappers i rob
The beats that i take
The labels i snake
For 30 grand help you perform at the wake
Touch ya life and everything i touch i take
Hate me now cuz later gon be too late
I merk you
Everything i spit is controversial
I'm the illest killa they ever signed to universal
F the fordham
I'm god son
As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla i'ma rob 'em
(how to rob-50 cent)
My sticky fingaz turn fists across ya jaw
Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards
The real fifty from brooklyn god bless he got outed
You just a fake clown who front and rout about it
I got a new deal
For a few mil
Shoot to kill
You fruity like dru hill
You spare change you ain't even half a man cuz
Matter of fact you ain't even half the man ya moms was
(ha-juvenile)
Oh you thought you was safe, ha
Though you could escape, ha
Cuz we label mates, ha
Oh you thought i wouldn't get yo cake, ha
You thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha
And birds wanna have sticky baby, ha
Dogs run around stayin' sticky crazy, ha
He ain't got no type of sense, ha
No tellin' what i do
Might even jack my own crew
(throw ya gunz-onyx)
The original take 'em out bring 'em out dead
Comin' at me wrong kid i put that thing to ya head
Sticky fingaz going for self call the cops
Don't even talk to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot
(play around-lil' cease)
5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya door
Colt 4-4 i'm puttin' chalk on your floor
Find you up the block from ya house dead in the store
Work the beat like pigeons and i'm bucking 'em all
Press ya luck and you'll fall
Neva seen nothing this raw
I'm what the world been waitin' for
Wait no more
This wack shit can't take no more
Should've been banned the streets should've made it a law
(what ya want-eve)
I'm ready for war
What ya niggas want (what, what, what, bring it)
Can't touch
All y'all niggas sweet even rob swizz beats
Nowadays producers gettin' 50 g's
Jack they beat kid i did my track for free
Jerk you for ya pub i ain't payin' a fee
I just loop it up on the mpc
(the party is goin' on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live neva seen nothing this while
Took ya beat and flipped it right in my style
Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my style
And if it's dead in the crowd i put some life in the crowd
God's gift to the underground
Running 'em down
Fucking 'em down
Empires be tumblin' down
The end of the world is comin' around
Throw ya ass in the ground
Nothing to lose
Changing the rules
Playin' for keeps
I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and i'm jackin' for beats
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3. _ Thangz Changed
[onyx - all talking]
Official nast'! word is bond
Yeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boy
Word up, official, official, official, official
Word up, check me, i'm the official, nastee
It's like that, yeah it's like this
Son hold up, what up what up
We gonna rhyme right now, word is bond
Give it all we got, c'mon yo, c'mon..
[fredro starr]
A lot of things have changed since i grown up
Half my brothers got locked, half got blown up!
From playin "two hand touch" and the games in the street
But the games ain't the same, now we playin with heat
See there's danger, in my buildin, they rollin dice there
Ain't nuttin nice there, who dare with ice-stare?!
My hallway is like rahway, to the thugs in the doorway
Peace, kid i'm out, no doubt!
We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees just
Tryin to stay warm, sippin ?easy? jesus!
Problems after problem, it keeps revolvin
They got us starvin, that's why we out robbin (knahmsayin?)
There's days i can't remember like the 6th of december
I think it was september nah, maybe it was november (what?!)
This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakers
Heard from tamika, he's gettin buried in a speaker
Cause his mom's was on that *inhaling*, gettin laced
She not smokin it! she took one bad hit
Chorus: repeat 2x
Aiyyo (yo!) can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go!
Aiyyo (yo!) can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go!
[sonsee]
I'm not your role model, i'll drink the whole bottle
Don't follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrow
Just look around, everywhere, it's despair
It ain't no care here, and good times is rare
Or seldom last long, they always fadin
When my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah)
Just to be a statistic, it's sadistic
Too realistic, we goin this quick!
The other night kids got bad (word, t-n-t ran out?)
Got them kids bill and ted, they called the law news spread
Last week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochet
Hit somebody's baby, and they kid may be dead
Resultin from the ill {shit}, to say the least
Livin in the ghetto... rest in peace!
[onyx]
Yo.. hey!
Cause where i'm from, the good die young
The sky is grey, we never see the sun
The ghetto life, is live and let live
On the day to day..
[sticky fingaz]
It all began when shorty rock took the law in his own hand
Sick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old man
So he did what any kid woulda done
Went into the closet, got his pop's gun
Who need enemy when you got family?
It's hard to get a job when you look like me (word up!)
See people don't just rob cause they on unemployment
Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment
Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin
Folks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (no!)
Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavin
But where you gonna go? you can't escape the ghetto!
You see more when you high, even less when you low
You can't run from your own shadow
Chorus
{*scratches "my little man, shorty doo wop"*}
[onyx] in every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4x)
{*ad libs and "official nast'!" to fade*}
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4. _ Conspiracy
[sticky] yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga
[copper] you know what? get on the floor alright
[sticky] yo man get the fuck off me
[copper] get down on the ground, and spread em out alright
[sticky] yo, aight aight man!
[copper] get the fuck down on the ground man!
[sticky] aight man!
[copper] now keep your ass on the floor..
[sticky] yo who the fuck can i trust man?
[devil] you can trust me man
[sticky] everywhere i turn there's danger god!
[devil] ah-hahahaha
[sticky] yo i feel like the walls is closin in on me man!
[devil] ay, i am stress
[sticky] buggin man.. arrrrgh!
[devil] yeah, i got you where i want you
[sticky] word up man
[devil] hehehe
[sticky] ain't got nowhere to go son
[devil] no you don't
Yo
Chorus: onyx
These streets is tryin to kill me
My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto might murder me, or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, throw the key
Chorus
Verse one: x-1
Yo, yo
You know what happens in the actions of the inner city tale
When your thoughts fail and have you scared to death
Biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale
Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make sales
Even if it take the last of me i'ma fill my pockets to capacity
Anything that takes cash, fuck job huntin
Put on a face mask kid, i'm out to rob sum'in
If you home or not, i put the chrome to your knot
One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place
Gimme the funds up out of the safe
Hit the fire escape, high-divin gates
Flyin from jakes, i'm dyin for paint
Chorus
Verse two: sonsee
Yo, i'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web
Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head
So the tricolored silenced rugar stay off safe
To take off a face, just in case, a quiet lace
Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-and
Anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and rotten
So eyes open, don't sleep
Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat
Police, wanna brutalize me to death
And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath
Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans
And bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end
Cut open my chest, and see my heart
Pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, it's a price
Til then, when it's over, kamikaze
Strictly, i'm takin all you motherfuckers with me!
Chorus
Verse three: clay the raider, sticky fingaz
When i die, i don't want none of my niggaz to cry
Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie
Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky
No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase
We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin everything
We want the pussies to the diamond rings
You want the sun to shine? we want the rain to pour
Official nast' to put your body on the floor
*blam blam* *blam*
Oh shit i'm hit! i'm hit! they just shot me in the stomach!
Unnngggggghhhhh! *blam blam blam* *blam blam* who want it who want it?
Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise
That's when i blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*
[sticky changes to a narrator voice]
My whole life i ain't never give a shit
My mentality was *clip cocked into gun* get shot or gimme a gam
If the gun ain't jam, i woulda bust you
I don't trust my own mother, how the fuck i'ma trust you?
I did some things that i sorta regret
But i can't bring them niggaz back kid they already wet
As a kid i went to jail cause i sold crack
I'm holdin trial in the streets cause i ain't tryin to go back
[sticky switches back to panicked voice]
Oh shit! what happened?! wait, now i 'member!
And where my gun??! i musta dropped it when i jumped out that window
*broken glass* ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz i don't see em
I gotta make it to the b-m, and try to stop this bleeding
I ain't trying to die, i got mad blood spilt
("aiyyo there that nigga go! kill him!") oh shit! *blam*
[sticky narrates as a ghost]
I left behind a widow and a bastard kid
The streets was tryin to kill me, and it did
Verse four/modified chorus: fredro starr
These streets is tryin to kill me
That's why i keep a mac-mil this shit is real to me
This shit is deadly, this ghetto might murder me
Or lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, i'm low key
So niggaz don't notice me, a half a key is worth
More than a pound of weed, i die for my seed
Kill for my family, fuck this world
Cause this world don't understand me, i'm sick mentally
I'm drinkin hennessy, mixed with tennessee
Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the death of me
But til they bury me
When sixteen shots enter me
Remember me your worst enemy
Motherfuckers!
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5. _ Evil Streets (remix)
Intro: method man
Spark that shit up
And lets fly
Oh my people
Heyyy ohhhh
Ahhhh hooooo
Eiiii heyyy
Verse one: sticky fingaz
I'm a hoodlum
A dick in the dirt is what i'm holding
Sporting mad polo but only if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the gutter
Kid i'll open up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least expect it
Before i met russel i only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when i was at home
These evil streets got a mind of their own
My pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling crack
And learning to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and i use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her last bad seed
Verse two: fredro star a.k.a. never
Its all about the next caper
The cocaine, props and acres
For the sake ah
Snatchin the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the twilight
The news highlight
When the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its blazing
A nigga squeezed hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a runner
Then the plot thickens
On point like rod strickland
Clocks ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they stash
And murdering like and expert
Cover ya tracks
And conceal that dirty shit
Chorus: method man
This is for the gun slingers
Noise bringers
This is for the crack slingers
Bell ringers
This is for the bootleggers
And everyday beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we headin'
Repeat 2x
Verse three: sonsee
Its all about the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price range
Rings and remy mixed with henny
Chicks with fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro blow
All you heard was the gun echo
On a dead nbight i get my head right
Running red lights no headlights
Pumping buddah in a black benz
Pulling out mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of penicillin
Amped him up
I guess thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one time
Verse four: method man
Its the blaze that be johnny
Not many shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your colon
Of course its tical
Verbal assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new york
Some talk
While other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my ears
Got me questioning my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the chef in hells kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the what
Got no time for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another mission
Impossible as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your nostril
We there
Come on take another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chiggy chin
To the day i die i represent the grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny fill niggas
Yeah
Chorus 2x
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6. _ Judgment Night
*chorus*
Judgment night, got gun got badge
Judgment night, huh!
Judgment night, in the echo of a gunblast
Judgment night!!!
Over here, and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees i'm coolin in your freezer
(he's a breezer) i hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack, and i make shit get wild
Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop ceasar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain, like a tweezer
The sinister thief, shaded to six feet deep
For the misdemeanor, offender, the backbender (uh)
Corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender (yeah)
Never perpetratin, so ain't no lurkin in the dark
I'm lurkin near the workin niggaz heart
Used to be a gambler, when i was a scrambler
Now i'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her
Who's this here, state my facts, and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining, studies
In the light right now while we wreak fuckin havoc!
*chorus*
Come inside with his highness, the illinest
Killin em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum
Look to the winter's ugliness, ruggedness
Under the rug, front to this, money strikes confidence
Chopped in the days and the blazin smell
Then the realm of a seance, i blackloose, guns!
Comin to the project, walls with aks
We're talkin days, word, that you sun
You really want some next shit, some blood on the exit?
Onyx!!! watch me wreck shit as they exit
But yo i keep em hollerin, screamin out for mercy
Minds of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality
So blast it as i hit your head you're dead not disbelievin
Got the toxic rock, to bring a nigga biohazard!
*chorus*
Yo!!! gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard!
(what the evil nastee access?) mad shit to burn the acids!
(so ashes to ashes) raps with the ghetto gats!
(and i'm, doin niggaz ruin em showin em my razzamatazz
Mainly a devil rebel, foul) niggaz know we fuckin wild!
(i'm wild!) i'm wild (he's wild) so we's wild!
(capture the rapture!) come blackness after!
[sticky fingaz]
I swear to fuckin god i raise hell and make the white man call me master
I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor
So fuck the radio and close your ears but read my lips i rips
And if you eat my words i'll leave your strung like umm (umm, ummmhh!!)
It was on the tip of my tongue!
But now it's stuck in between my throat
I can't breath so i lick it
Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin a black dick
And if it takes the death of me, to make history
The whole world will remember my misery
I know what i'm tryin to say my words get in the way
They render me speechless, ohh black jesus i'm cryin inside
Couldn't give a fuck if i live or die
Cause i'm just a slave who's brave (uh-huh)
But fuck pickin cotton, i'd rather see my grave, so i
Meditated, before i was created
And if you prefer sorrow, made me reincarnated
Now i'm back rulin mc's but pussy niggaz increase
Well then it's just another nigga that, gotta get greased
So if you wanna talk shit, in order to avoid a fight
Say what the fuck you wanna say, just spell my name right
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh..... mother-fucker!
*chorus to fade*
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