featuring Killa Sin Method Man Raekwon the Chef X 1
wu tang wu tang onyx onyx (x3)
[Raekwon]
eh yo
staircases to stage now major waves tanktop
nautica flippin your daughter 30 ways
yeah who want mine bent outta shape one time
play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine
watch my shit shit niggaz in the back wigs lit
you know the stats god niggaz in the back backs lit
war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats
spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat
my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that
yo, fedrados rock my man, yo
300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow
my techinique, roller in the road, gold league
you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat
rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though
that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley
[Fredro Starr, (X-1)]
yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this
heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless
rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious
you knock this, bust a shot
don't miss, you 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 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)
i cross the heat from across the street
fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet
street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine
dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out
on the dance f
