Aiyyo we back in the e-zay
The game is over, it's a rap
It's a ree-zay, straight like dat
It's a good look, we put
Hardcore on the map, ten years to be exact
Still throwin' up gats
See a thug on the (???), and chicks dig that
While we rep for them streets
Where them guns play at
So +back the fuck up+
Comin' through, comin through, get ya slam on
Y'all the hardest niggas in rap
Ya dead wrong, y'all the niggas sittin on 20's, with no gas money
Y'all niggas think I sounded like pump, who gas money
Like you really pop shots in the club
You only pop bottles of bub'
Y'all ain't got no real street love
To the death, to the ghetto
My kids with heavy metal, on the everyday hustle
Never ready to settle, uh
Back together, with the, classic terror
Onyx, back forever, bustin', gats together, WHAT!
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