ONYX - The Worst lyrics
Wu-tangwu-tangonyxonyx (x3)
[raekwon]
Ehyo
Staircases to stage nowmajor waves tanktop
Nauticaflippin your daughter 30 ways
Yeahwho want minebent outta shape one time
Play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine
Watch my shit shitniggaz in the backwigs lit
You know the stats godniggaz in the backbacks lit
War drug rapsthug hats and mobb hats
Spit on that catthis yellow lovenigga fuckin with a rich cat
My shit now 5 feet 6with a crisp hat
Plus this throwin now on 30 bricksniggaz is with that
Yofedrados rock my manyo
300 thousand dollars in a bottlebitch mad as hollow
My techiniqueroller in the roadgold league
You know the code readsuitcase moneystole heat
Rock madby's stole 100 dollar bagsthough
That nigga grabbed megamin himself like milton bradley
[fredro starr(x-1)]
Yothis semi-automaticglock this and lock this
Heat spots can knock itit's so hot chicks is topless
Rims are spotlesschrome rims spin obnoxtious
You knock thisbust a shot
Don't missyou better knock this
(x-1 while out and 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 catonyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin for freeis outta the quest
Blow blood outta your fleshyour body outta your vest)
I cross the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feetyou die leaving short but sweet
Street crimetime is moneynigga don't waist mine
Dispose my 9throwin your shineyour froze in time
Lookin to deathholdin your breathlaided out
On the dance floorblood and moetI'm blowin your set
Trick 20 g'sdon't sweatyour goin to death
I'm goin for brokeI'm blowin out smokeyour catchin strokes
(wu-tang and bald headswis foreheadsleavin you all red
X millionfully be on illestyour realest formbringin the storm
For seein you gonenothin keepin my calmbut heat in my palm
Sleepin I'm goneyou see what I'm on
Keepin outta the darkscatter your parts
From here to battery parts)
Chorus: [odb {sampled from "protect ya neck"}]
First things first manyour fuckin with the worst (x3)
You can't slamso let me get fooled on a man
[suave]
Still master graphafter cash graphedget staffed
Splash your classmash your staff
Whatnigga get smackedyou ain't worth a punch
Hurt your bunchget mercked your front
In the wrong certain punkmack clever niggaz
Def wreckercatch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha
Shakinerasevacatin your spacebreakin your face
Twist youand won't miss youofficial master killer bee
Full blastget offsmashpull fast
For your stashlong as the war lastput up in your ass
Tryin to count more mathbringin the hardcore rap
[killa sin]
We be the mainstreamsupreme rhymetop of the line
Cuisine feens#1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream
My whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars
Killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars
This terroristlyricist in the mist of the abyss
CanibusevangelistI impulse with metal fists
Wu build like construction and bang like precusion
On the planet batterybacks combustinmalfunctionwhat
Chorus x2
[method man(sticky fingaz)]
(holy shitwho the fuck is that)
It's johnjohn (sticky fingazkidyou got my back)
I got your back cousin (I got the mac cousin)
And when them niggaz start jumpinbust back cousin
(because it's the new yeartime for some new shit
Nowadays rappers dyin over music)
Dead on arrivalwe raised in the ghetto singin songs
For survivalduckin homicidalyou rival
(yeahonyxwu-tang on tracks we gang bangchiti bang bang)
Chiti chiti bang banghot nicks spit flame
Lava pump through my vainscaught in the zone
Home on the range
(ehyo you ready for the ferociousatrocious
We go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit
(8-ball in the corner pocket)
We snatch wallets off the white college
The big apple forever rotten
Now when it comes to hard target hot nicks
(so what the bullet clot)
Pop shitwe due to knowledgeto sharp niggasonce bitten
Major swingersheavy hittinpoly your kittenthrow up your mitten
Stop bitchinno slippinno pot to piss in
Them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen
(yosticky fingazone of the illest mother fuckers
My moms don't raise no suckersI slap rappers
Turn em in to singerstouch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers)
Enough saidlet's make whole fuckin town read
(and rip their whole crew to a shread
I 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 thug
I earn every God damn penny that I got
SonI roll with a shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga with woodwould try to fuckin
Jack meI'll murder you)
Chorus
Wu-tangwu-tangonyxonyx (x2)
