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Текст песни Onyx - The Worst

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wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x3)[Raekwon]eh, yostaircases to stage now, major waves tanktopnautica, flippin your daughter 30 waysyeah, who want mine, bent outta shape one timeplay em all starin at your beautiful sunshinewatch my shit shit, niggaz in the back, wigs lityou know the stats god, niggaz in the back, backs litwar drug raps, thug hats and mobb hatsspit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich catmy shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hatplus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with thatyo, fedrados rock my man, yo300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollowmy techinique, roller in the road, gold leagueyou know the code read, suitcase money, stole heatrock madby`s stole 100 dollar bags, thoughthat nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley[Fredro Starr, (X-1)]yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock thisheat spots can knock it, it`s so hot chicks is toplessrims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtiousyou knock this, bust a shotdon`t miss, you better knock this(x-1 while out and watch thistil your eyes turn red with blotcheseatin scraps out the garbageunload a cartridge and bust a capx could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it getsbitches fuckin for free, is outta the questblow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest)i cross the heat from across the streetfly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweetstreet crime, time is money, nigga don`t waist minedispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in timelookin to death, holdin your breath, laided outon the dance floor, blood and moet, i`m blowin your settrick 20 g`s, don`t sweat, your goin to deathi`m goin for broke, i`m blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes(wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all redx million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the stormfor seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palmsleepin i`m gone, you see what i`m onkeepin outta the dark, scatter your partsfrom here to battery parts)Chorus: [ODB {sampled from "protect ya neck"}]first things first man, your fuckin with the worst (x3)You can`t slam, so let me get fooled on a man[Suave]still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffedsplash your class, mash your staffwhat, nigga get smacked, you ain`t worth a punchhurt your bunch, get mercked your frontin the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggazdef wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketchashakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your facetwist you, and won`t miss you, official master killer beefull blast, get off, smash, pull fastfor your stash, long as the war last, put up in your asstryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap[Killa Sin]we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the linecuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on creammy whole team love e-cup bras and mobb carskilla sin known for makin niggaz reach for the starsthis terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abysscanibus, evangelist, i impulse with metal fistswu build like construction and bang like precusionon the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, whatChorus x2[Method Man, (Sticky Fingaz)](holy shit, who the fuck is that)it`s john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back)i got your back cousin (i got the mac cousin)and when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin(because it`s the new year, time for some new shitnowadays rappers dyin over music)dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songsfor survival, duckin homicidal, you rival(yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang)chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flamelava pump through my vains, caught in the zonehome on the range(eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrociouswe go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit(8-ball in the corner pocket)we snatch wallets off the white collegethe big apple forever rottennow when it comes to hard target hot nicks(so what the bullet clot)pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bittenmajor swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mittenstop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss inthem meltin pots boilin hot now in mel`s kitchen(yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother fuckersmy moms don`t raise no suckers, i slap rappersturn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you`ll have 9 fingers)enough said, let`s make whole fuckin town read(and rip their whole crew to a shreadi got cold blood) hold your club (i hold blood) show no love(so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club)we throw slugs (you ain`t no thugi earn every god damn penny that i gotson, i roll with a shotgun in the convertiblei wish a nigga with wood, would try to fuckinjack me, i`ll murder you)Choruswu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2)

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