o.n.y.x. rmx

, 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, 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, to the death till my last breath, guns high, thats when you ride for your projects, what you rep, 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, 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, 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 need more heat, terrorists, bomb threats in the night club, drivin over mine fields on crome dubs, and through all the lootin and the stampedes, i be drinkin champagne through a cantine, so fuck it, till they nuke us get your ones up, 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, 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, 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 the 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, 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