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アーティスト:Onyx  アルバム:Shut 'Em Down 

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Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!! Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!! [Raekwon] Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves Tanktop Nautica, flippin your daughter thirty ways Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time Play the mall, starin at your beautiful, sunshine Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich cat My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how my technique, rover in the robe, gold link You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat Rock Navi's though, hundred dollar bags valet That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley [Fredro Starr] Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock this The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss [X-1] X-1 wild 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, is outta the quest' Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest [Fredro Starr] I draws the heat from across the street Fly you up off your feet, you die livin short but sweet Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine Dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time Lookin at death, holdin your breath, laid out On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin your set Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your goin in debt I'm goin for broke, I'm blowin out smoke, you catch a stroke [X-1] Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red X-Milli-on, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form Bringin the storm, forseein you warned Nuttin keepin me calm but heat in my palm Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin outta the dark Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park [Chorus: ODB samples from "Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)"] 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! [Suave] Steal master grab half the cash fast and bash and splash yo' class, mash your staff, WHAT?! Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch Get merked in front, in the wrong circle punk! Mack clever niggaz dat regga' Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya Shake and erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash Pull fast for your stash


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