Walk in New York Onyx
"Walk in New York" by Onyx, released in 1993, is a #HipHop track that captures the gritty essence of New York City life. The lyrics emphasize themes of resilience, street culture, and the challenges of urban living. Its aggressive delivery and heavy beats reflect the raw energy of the era, influencing the hardcore hip-hop scene.
[Intro: Fredro Starr]
One time, one time, that's it
Yeahhh
This the Onyx shit, know what I'm sayin'
Coming out the motherfucking crevices
Coming out the fucking cracks like snakes boy
Word to mother
All my niggas in Queens and ya don't stop
All my niggas in Brooklyn and ya don't stop
All my niggas Uptown and ya don't stop
All my niggas in the Boogie Woogie and ya won't stop
Yeah, we gonna set this shit New York style
(Southside Suicide)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
We don't throw gang signs in New York (Nah)
We just be on some shit in New York (Yeah)
New York City, shifftee low down gritty
You, punk niggas, yell pity and smell shitty
N.Y.P.D. can suck my dick!
This is the way we rip shit from the bricks (Rahhh)
Walking like a zombie smoking blunts in the lobby
I be rollin' with more niggas (Rahhh) behind me than Khadafi
[Verse 2: Sonsee]
(Attention!) Fuck all that slippin' and itchin'
I'm rappin', loot snachin', stayin' greasy this shit ain't easy
I'm comin' rawhide, serious as a four five
Them damn streets are eager to claim all lives
(But) Fuck it, it's my home hate it or appreciate it
It's the torrid eight million story orientated
Designated and made for the real renegades
So I never been afraid to stomp comp, then get paid
One time, one time, that's it
Yeahhh
This the Onyx shit, know what I'm sayin'
Coming out the motherfucking crevices
Coming out the fucking cracks like snakes boy
Word to mother
All my niggas in Queens and ya don't stop
All my niggas in Brooklyn and ya don't stop
All my niggas Uptown and ya don't stop
All my niggas in the Boogie Woogie and ya won't stop
Yeah, we gonna set this shit New York style
(Southside Suicide)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
We don't throw gang signs in New York (Nah)
We just be on some shit in New York (Yeah)
New York City, shifftee low down gritty
You, punk niggas, yell pity and smell shitty
N.Y.P.D. can suck my dick!
This is the way we rip shit from the bricks (Rahhh)
Walking like a zombie smoking blunts in the lobby
I be rollin' with more niggas (Rahhh) behind me than Khadafi
[Verse 2: Sonsee]
(Attention!) Fuck all that slippin' and itchin'
I'm rappin', loot snachin', stayin' greasy this shit ain't easy
I'm comin' rawhide, serious as a four five
Them damn streets are eager to claim all lives
(But) Fuck it, it's my home hate it or appreciate it
It's the torrid eight million story orientated
Designated and made for the real renegades
So I never been afraid to stomp comp, then get paid
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