Bacdafucup, Part II

Onyx lyrics

Onyx lyrics

"Hold Up Lyrics"

Photograph Lyrics
I'm outta luck, outta love Got a photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the only one I wanna touch I see your face everytime I dream On every page, every magazine So wild, so free, so far from me You're all I want, my fantasy Oh, look what you've done to this rock and roll clown Oh, look what you've done Photograph, I don't want your Photograph, I don't need your Photogra


feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep)



[talking]

Yeah nigga... haha yeah (South Suicide Queens)

That's right... uh uh, Q.U. nigga (yea yea)

Shit like that, knowhamsayin put these drinks up

yaheard? - let's do this right, what yo



[Fredro Starr]

Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block

For my one stop niggaz that be huggin the spot

Sittin on crates, gettin loaded, get that cake

Dodgin drinks, spit and hafta cover they face

Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside

In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side

See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods

Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked

But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam

Holdin the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand

From my wild crew, sets th
Use Me Lyrics
My friends... Think its their appointed duty They keep tryin' to tell me That you just want to use me But my answer To all that use me stuff I wanna spread the news That if it feels this good gettin' used You just keep on usin' me Until ya use me up My brother Sit me right down and he talked to me And he told me He thought I ought to not let you just fuck on me And I know, I know
e new guns off the roof

To them slick dudes, hot and they workin the phone booth

Cuz Lord knows I'm gonna reload and bust back

Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap

They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat

Murdered and gone, nigga it's a medical fact



[Hook: Havoc] - 2X

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team

and my dime little mamis rockin Timbs and jeans

When it's on, know we ain't afraid to clap them things

In the club, gettin bent, goin cra-zay!



[Sonsee]

Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot

All my bus stop bitches that be pushin them drops

Playin the gate, get it ma, get those papes

Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist

Project chick, dippin whips, cruisin the strip

Gettin money for tuition
Hidden Track Lyrics
Hidden Track (Jimmy Neutron) J-i-m-m-y-n-e-u-t-r-o-n.com J-i-m-m-y-n-e-u-t-r-o-n.com J-i-m-m-y-n-e-u-t-r-o-n.com Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy Jimmyneutron.com J-I-M-M-Y-N-E-U-T-R-O-N A place to play In cyber-space Its jimmyneutron.com Blast around Jump up and down, jimmyneutron.com Log on now, Youll say "Wow!" jimmyneutron
, go to school and she strip



Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard

Murda mami set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed

Help her soul if a chick try to set my team

I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens

All my staircase niggaz keep flippin the jun's

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones

Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks

that mean you never see it comin nigga, 52 shots

I'm takin ya block nigga, if you like it or not

You either roll or get rushed (blaow bloaw!) I guess not



[Hook: Havoc] - 2X



[Sticky Fingaz]

Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin them spots

For all my gun-cock niggaz that be bustin off shots

Lay in the straight, black mask raidin ya gate

Show me ya safe before I pu
On My Mind Again Lyrics
Du ?ter middag med din familj f?r att fira att dina f?r?ldrar har varit gifta i 20 ?r Och din tretton?riga bror spiller ut sitt glas med l?sk och din pappa h?rmar honom och spiller ut sitt glas med vin ?ver hela bordet Och din bror b?rjar gr?ta Och din mamma s?ger: -Det h?r var v?l en ganska bra sammanfattning av de h?r 20 ?ren Du ?ker bil med din familj till din mormors 75 ?rs kalas och din sexton?riga syster vill stan
t two in ya face

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin for whips

Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin on bricks

Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard

Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

Shoot-outs in broad daylight, bustin at feds

Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead

For my jail niggaz, stashin bangers deep in they cots

For my grimy niggaz, hidin under cars from cops

Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats

Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap

What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap

Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that



[Hook: Havoc] - 2X



Hold up...



'South Suicide Queens'

'Enjoy!'

'South Suicide Queens'

'Enjoy!'