F**k Dat-Onyx

F**k Dat - Onyx Onyx Miscellaneous F**k Dat [Fredro Starr] Yo! Turn that sh*t up, word up! Afficial Nasty Niggas...F**k Dat! Ya niggas is dead-a**! Know what I'm sayin'? We're payin' my niggaz ' All City 'n sh*t! Word up! Yo Mega, F**k Dat! Rip that Brooklyn sh*t ni**a! [J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)] What? What? What? What? What? What? My fleet goals, by da creep cold We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em We raise the states in this game, like helium The new millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em Green backs, I want a mil (of) 'em! But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out Niggaz be frontin', we take the back rob Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild? City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now We're nuthin' to match out, formula See it clearly through my corner-ya This goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma The East New York Soldier, what? (F**k Dat! That's the All City sh*t! Yo Greg Valentine!) [Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}] Yo, the bees be rushin' like petrees(?) You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease Between the thugs and the police, sh*t'll never be peace Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate We poly for higher states, buyin' fire escapes See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in dice' Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot Put out these fagat a** niggas try to steel what I got As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over (All City what, All City what?! F**k Dat! Yo Sticky) {wassup ni**a?}( Come here ni**a, F**k Dat! Let these muthaf**kaz know ni**a!!!) {I want some NEW SH*T!} (Afficial Nast! What?!!) [Sticky Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)] Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb Kickin' WACK SH*T! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap sh*t for the LOVESONG! Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T WANT NONE! But regardless, readin' WILDEST, you get da MILDEST! I muthaf**kin', muthaf**kin' murder, want charges! You off getargets, kill any rap artist! Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE! If you're not Allah, then yo' a** gotta FRIE! Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse You f**ked up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off ni**a! (What?! F**k Dat! F**k Dat! Afficial Nast what up?! Yo Lefty, I got a new ni**a for ya niggaz! Yo F**k Dat! Step up and sh*t....) [Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}] I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops A bunch of problem bringers, that an a** bet ya wanna make your bank stop Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up f**kin' in villains or jachts Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?! So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?) So f**k it, it's even get it get-got, so what?! Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a F**K about gettin' popped Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot! It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you For the dolies, niggaz just press G-O While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin' (F**k Dat! Yo X -1 ni**a!) {What ni**a?} (Ya betta f**kin' do this sh*t ni**a!) {What what, what, what?!} (F**k Dat! Afficial Nasty Niggas! F**kin' takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!) [X - 1, (Fredro Starr)] All you crack niggaz, I don't even like your style If it wasn't for love, you be dead right now Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya town Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors (They hate that sh*t ni**a! What?! Kick the our f**kin' sh*t! F**k Dat!) Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks You better get dropped dog, just read the facts Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you back I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws Your visual lost, X-million now, ni**a tripple the course I cripple your boss, what?!! [Fredro & Sticky Fingaz] F**k Dat! Afficial Nast ni**a! F**k Dat! Afficial Nast ni**a! F**k Dat! F**k Dat! Afficial Nast ni**a! F**k Dat! Afficial Nast ni**a! Word up! F**kin' All City! Muthaf**kin' Onyx! Muthaf**kin' Fredro Starr talkin' to you ni**a! F**kin' Sonsee ni**a! What da f**k is up?! Yo Sticky, wassup ni**a?! Gangreen in this muthaf**ka! Bubba Smith 'n sh*t! Back da f**k up, everybody up!! My ni**a too dirty up in this muthaf**ka! (Know what I'm sayin?!) DJ LS, Afficial Nast ni**a! F**k any DJ,yo F**k Dat! (Any DJ ni**a! Afficial Nast!) Word up, F**k Dat! Niggaz don't know! My muthaf**kin' broher is sayin', F**k Dat! Big Chris, F**k Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' sh*t! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up! Get da f**k up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)