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Onyx lyrics

Onyx lyrics

"ONYX Remix Lyrics"

She Drew A Broken Heart Lyrics
You should have seen it coming, now it's too late She bought the half-price ticket on the midnight train You wouldn't understand 'cause you lie and cheat So she wrote it out in lipstick on your satin sheets She drew a broken heart She drew a broken heart Torn right down the middle in a red jagged line She drew a broken heart and put your name inside She had to draw you a picture to make it sink in Revlon Rose was her poison pin For God's gift to women you ain't go


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[Fredro Starr]

Turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

All real niggaz turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

All real bitches turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up

All real niggaz turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up



Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (*gun shots*)

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 cant floss in the fucking warm

Summer nights son its time to put the Benz up

And copp 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
When I Stop Loving You Lyrics
When I stop loving you the way I do, there'll be no moon to shine, no sky of blue, When our two lips no longer cling, there'll be no bird to sing, there'll be no spring. When I stop wanting you, forever more, there'll be no ocean wave to kiss the shore. This world will crumble, and the skies will fall, my heart won't speak at all, When I stop loving you.
r /> To the death till my last breath, guns high

Thats when you ride for your projects

What you rep (*gun shots*)

Fuck that, 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 (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 (REMIX)



[Sticky Fingaz]

Is you ready for the D-Day

A thousand motha fuckas 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 roli 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 thr
Abba Lyrics
I fell like the eagle that rises Flies above the earth and it's troubles Oh yes he knows there are valleys below But under his wings there's a stronger power Oh Father- you are my strength On You I wait upon Chorus: You make the road rise up to meet me You make the sun shine warm upon my face The wind is at my back
ugh all the lootin and the stampedes

I be drinkin champagne through a cantine

So fuck it, till they nuke us get your ones up (*gun shot*)

Thats right thats the anthem get your guns up

Uhhhh huh

Its 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 (R-E-M-I-X)

Its 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 (R-E-M-I-X)



[Genovese]

Yeah, yo

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 t
Blight Lyrics
We sat on the couch a playin' Touch the tongue and bump the table But I was scorned after little ado Tossed right out into the blue I set into a downward spiral Caught an illness that was literally viral I heard some words of wisdom the other day And they went in one ear and out the other one I awoke from this beatific binge With prismatic eyes, now lite is tinged With all the vapors that the vile humans brew Shining through the.. blight of you Shini
he sunroof

Theres 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 1M-1's melt your whole block

Pressure building up

Know when to run high suicide bombers flying in the high rise

Raise shots above us

Fuck till we get paid

Or in the ? we pray these the last dayz

Thats right its 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 thats right (R-E-M-I-X)

Thats right its 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 thats right (R-E-M-I-X)