Wu-Tang Clan & Onyx
Ride soundtrack
The Worst
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Onyx...
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Onyx...
[Raekwon]
Hey yo staircase to stage now
Major waves, tanktop
Nautica, flippin your daughter 30 ways
Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape one time
Played em all, starin at your bird of all, sunshine
Watch my shit shift, niggas in the back wigs lift
You know the stats God, don't even ask for back slit
More drug rats, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich cat
My shit mat, 5 feet 6 with a crisp hat
Plus throwin down on 30 bricks, niggas is with that
Dough, fat ilados rock my man yo, hit lotto
300,000 in the bottle, bitch smacked his hammel
Technique rover in the robe, gold link
You know the code ring, suitcase money, stole heat
Rock Navy's though, hundred dollar bags valley
That nigga crab me, gamin himself like Milton Bradley
[Fredro Starr]
Yo the semi-automatic glock this so lock this
The weed spots could knock, it's so hot chicks is topless
Rims is spotless, chrome rims spin the block shit
You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss
[X Million]
Let's while one out and make you watch this
Til your eyes turn red with blotches
Eatin scraps out the garbage, unload a cartridge
And bust a cap, X could never trust a cat
Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin for free? It's outta the quest
Low blood outta your flesh
Your body outta your vest
What!
[Fredro Starr]
I toss the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet
You die livin short for sweet
Street crime, time is money nigga don't waste mine
Expose my nine, throwin your shine, you're froze in time
Lookin to death, holdin your breath
Laid out on the dancefloor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin your set
Tricks 20 G's, no sweat, you're goin in debt
I'm goin for broke, I'm blowin out smoke
You're catchin strokes
[X Million]
Wu-Tang and balhedz, swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X Million, fully armed
Illest beyond your realest form, bringin the storm for seein you on
Nuttin keepin me calm but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on
Keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts from here to Battery Park
Chorus:
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
[Sonee Seeza]
Still master, grabbed half the cash, raspy rash
Or splash your class, mash your staff, what!
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get murdered your front in the wrong circle punk
Mac clever niggas dap rega
Catch you on the d-low in Mecca and Etcha-Sketcha
Shake and evase, they gatin your space, breakin your face
Straightin your waist, twist you and won't miss you
Afficial Nast and Killa Bee, full blasted off smash
Pull fast for your stash
Long as the war last foot up in your ass
Tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore wrath
[Killa Sin]
Yo we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends
Number one love for dove, Queens schemin on CREAM
My whole team love the E cup bras and mob cars
Killa Sin known for makin niggas reach for the stars
This terrorist lyracist in the midst of the abyss
The cannibus evangelist, I hit palms with metal fists
Wu build like construction and bang like percussion
All the planet battery backs can bust and malfunction
What kid!
Chorus (2x)
[Sticky Fingaz (Method Man)]
Holy shit! Who the fuck is that?
(It's John-John) It's Sticky Fingaz kid you got my back?
(I got your back cuz-on) I got the Mac dozen
(And when them niggas start dumpin bust back cuz-on)
Cause it's a new year time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers dyin over music
(Dead on arrival
We raised in the ghetto singin songs for survival
Duckin homicidal, you rivals)
Yeah yeah, Onyx Wu-Tang on tracks we gangbang
Chitty bang-bang (Chitty chitty bang-bang
Hott Nikk spit flame, lava pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the range)
Hey yo you wrang em ferocious, atrocious
We got that supercalifragelisticexpeala(docious)
8-ball in the cornet pocket (We snatch wallets of the white collared
The big apple forever rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hott Nikks)
So what the bumbaclotic?! (Pop shit, we do the knowledge
To shark niggas once bitten, major swingers heavy hittin
Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens
Stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in
The meltin pot's boilin hot now in Hell's Kitchen)
Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest muthafuckers
Believe that, my moms don't raise no suckers
I slap rappers, turn em into singers
Touch somethin of mine and you have nine fingers
(Nuff said, let's paint this whole fuckin town red)
And rip they whole crew to a shred
I got cold blood (Pull your plug) I hope bloods (show no love)
I'm so bugged (Get your whole mug) and shoot up the whole club
(We throw slugs) You ain't no thug
I earned every God damn penny that I got son
I roll with shotgun in a convertable
I wish a nigga would what? Try to fuckin jack me, I'll murder ya!
Chorus
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Onyx...
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Onyx...
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