[Intro]
"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!"
"Onyx! Onyx!"
"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!"
"Onyx! Onyx!"
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
A-yo, staircase to stage now
Major waves, tank top Nautica, flippin' your daughter thirty ways
Yeah, who want mine? Bent outta shape
One-time play the mall, starin' at your bird of all sunshine
Watch my shit shift, niggas 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, niggas is with that
Dough, Federados locked my man, yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand in the bottle
Bitch snack is Heiml technique, rover in the robe, gold link
You know the code, 'Rique, suitcase money, stow heat
Rock Navi's dough, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crab meat, gamin' himself like Milton Bradley
[Verse 2: Fredro Starr & X-1]
Yo, the semi-automatic Glock this, unlock this
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot, chicks is topless
Whips is spotless, chrome rims, spend obnoxious
You can't knock this! Bustin' shots—you better not miss!
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! WHAT!
I toss the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' soft and sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga, don't waste mine
Expose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time
Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath
Laid out on the dance floor, blood and Moët, 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
Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Milli-1, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you warned
Nothin' 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
"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!"
"Onyx! Onyx!"
"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!"
"Onyx! Onyx!"
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
A-yo, staircase to stage now
Major waves, tank top Nautica, flippin' your daughter thirty ways
Yeah, who want mine? Bent outta shape
One-time play the mall, starin' at your bird of all sunshine
Watch my shit shift, niggas 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, niggas is with that
Dough, Federados locked my man, yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand in the bottle
Bitch snack is Heiml technique, rover in the robe, gold link
You know the code, 'Rique, suitcase money, stow heat
Rock Navi's dough, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crab meat, gamin' himself like Milton Bradley
[Verse 2: Fredro Starr & X-1]
Yo, the semi-automatic Glock this, unlock this
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot, chicks is topless
Whips is spotless, chrome rims, spend obnoxious
You can't knock this! Bustin' shots—you better not miss!
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! WHAT!
I toss the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' soft and sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga, don't waste mine
Expose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time
Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath
Laid out on the dance floor, blood and Moët, 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
Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Milli-1, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you warned
Nothin' 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
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