O.N.Y.X. (RMX)

Lyrics

[Intro: Fredro Starr] Turn it up (*Gun shot*), turn it up Turn it up, all real niggas Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, all real bitches (*Gun shot*) Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, all real niggas Turn it up, turn it up Yo, yo, yo, yo (*Gun shots*) [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Yo, thug recognise thug We all blood, when we feel shots from a slug You think the kid boutta ice thata cool off Fuck ice you can't floss in the fucking warm Summer nights, son—it's time to put the Benz up And cop the Hummer with the bullet proof rims what To burn purple haze livin' in the last dayz They fly planes kinda low where my PJ's Where the money at? Bombs droppin from the sky I'm tryin' live it up and fuck as much before I die To the death 'til my last breath, guns high That's when you ride for your projects, what you rep (*Gun shots*) [Chorus: Fredro Starr] Fuck dat, O-N-Y-X Got niggas whylin' throwin' guns in the projects Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects Got niggas in clubs startin' fuckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix) Yo, yo, O-N-Y-X Got niggas whylin' throwin' guns in the projects Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects Got niggas in clubs startin' fuckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix) [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] Is you ready for the D-Day? A thousand mothafuckas runnin' on the freeway Feel the heat nigga, shit abouta back lash In the streets smokin' dro through a gas mask I had to trade in my Rollie and my cross piece For automatics, ammo I (*Gun shots*) need more heat Terrorists, bomb threats in the night club Drivin' over mine fields on crome dubs And through all the lootin' and the stampedes I be drinkin' champagne through a cantine So fuck it, 'til they nuke us get your ones up (*Gun shot*) That's right, that's the anthem, get your guns up [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz, Fredro Starr & Genovese] Uh-huh, it's the O-N-Y-X We got you whylin' throwin' guns in the projects Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects Got niggas in clubs startin' fuckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix) It's the O-N-Y-X We got you whylin' throwin' guns in the projects Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects Got niggas in clubs startin' fuckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix) Yeah, yo [Verse 3: Genovese] Hot ones echo through the battlefield Hollow points flyin' by piercin' through ya shield Ya here the wall cry, fuck it throw ya guns high Now what you prayin' for, bitch, we gonna all die And while you gather up your armed troops We pushin' tanks throwin' dank out the sunroof There's no hope, killas chanted out they war charols Cut throats snortin' coke through a gun barrel Ain't no point tryna save no civilians Got kids runnin up pullin out grenade pins Blowing buildings up, duck when ya hear the shots Flame throwers, M-1's melt your whole block Pressure building up, wnow when to run high Suicide bombers flying in the high rise Raise shots above us, fuck 'til we get paid Or in the ? we pray these the last dayz [Chorus: Genovese & Fredro Starr] That's right, it's the O-N-Y-X Got niggas whylin' throwin' guns in the projects Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects Got niggas in clubs startin' fuckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix) That's right, it's the O-N-Y-X Got niggas whylin' throwin' guns in the projects Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots (Re— re— re— remix) That's right