All We Got Iz Us

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These are the official lyrics from members of ONYX and Def Jam’s copyright sheets!!

Life or Death

(Background chanting is “Onyx”)
(Sticky Fingaz is talking himself into a suicide)
Sticky Fingaz (thoughts): Go ahead! Do it! Pull the fuckin trigger!
Sticky Fingaz (out loud): No!
Sticky Fingaz (thoughts): Mother fucker you better do it! Do it! Do it now!
Sticky Fingaz (out loud): No, no I don’t want to die. I want to live!
Sticky Fingaz (thoughts): You stupid fuck. What do you think? You think you gonna live forever?
Sticky Fingaz (out loud): No!
Sticky Fingaz (thoughts): Huh?
Sticky Fingaz (out loud): No!
Sticky Fingaz (thoughts): Look, everything that’s born must die. See? Life is stupid! Now stop fuckin wasting time and do it! Do it now!
Sticky Fingaz (out loud): No, no I can’t.
Sticky Fingaz (thoughts): Yes you can! Do it, put it in your mouth!
Sticky Fingaz (out loud): No!
Sticky Fingaz (thoughts): Then put it to your head then.
Sticky Fingaz (out loud): No I can’t!
Sticky Fingaz (thoughts): Yes you can! Now do it! Put it to your head! You’re better off dead!
(gunshot)

Last Dayz

Fredro:
I’m America’s nightmare; young, black and just don’t give a fuck
I just wanna get high, live it up
So fuck a nine to five and whitey tryin to slave us, with minimum wages
Slammin my niggaz up in cages
Changin their behavior to spittin razors, that’s outrageous
Smokin roaches is hopeless, we want lazy sofas and sculptures
Lady chauffeurs who fuck us, full house and royal flushes
Roll with the rush, it’s that Afficial Nast
Got bitches with pistols and cash, we livin in the last
My theory is fuck it, sexy niggaz get abducted, my corrupted is conducted through ghettos
Sippin armeretto, hand on the metal, foot on the pedal, never settle
He wore Carolina Herrera, dirty Donna Karan sweaters, Ralph Lauren leathers and suedes,
Gold plated guns and grenades
to blow up; I got news from the informers
I’m trapped in corners bustin shots at Time Warner’s

Sonsee:
My man big Ty, he know how to get by, get high, do a jix, then be fixed to be fly
Some mid, cross and up and downtown action
And when he stick he keep a grip and move with traction
Keep mad alibis, a plan and stay wise and wide eyed, livin in the state of south side
Crooked jakes, and fakes snake niggaz all out for papes, all who wanna overtake
you leave them with drapes
The white sheet covers, the heat smothers the street eat brothers
Six shots rang, duke got banged
We all ready for these wars, we all want more, these the last days
Get yours

Fredro:
32 shots inserted in glocks, you heard it for blocks
The murderer who gots convertible drops
Livin life on the edge, a dangerous way of living
Never givin a shit, cause we living in it
Cause it be off the hook, crooks cracks cheeba spots and sellin rocks to cops around the clock
it’s hot
Livin life on the edge, a dangerous way of livin, never givin a shit cause we livin in it.

Sticky Fingaz:
Thinkin about takin my own life, I might as well, ‘cept they might sell weed in hell
And that’s where I’m goin cause the devil’s inside of me
He make me rob from my own nationality
That’s kind of ignorant, but yo I gotta pay the rent
So yeah, I stick a nigga most definite
The degenerate, if I get caught I’m innocent
Cause I don’t leave no sticky finga prints
For the cops, they only good if they dead, and all that badge and the gun shit be goin’ to their head
To make bread I gotta steal for sport
So I stole the show and made some pennies for my thoughts
And if this fuckin rap shit don’t pay, I’ma start sellin drugs around my way
Killin my own people in the U.S.G., sh-, they gonna get it from somebody I’d rather it be me
Besides, they can’t tax dirty money
And you can’t trust nobody, nobody, no one, no one I’m a scorpion
And I’ll probably bite the bullet cause I live by the gun

Fredro:
Big heavy hitters, 25 to life bidders who just came out and pullin flame out,
Take aim
Blow your brains out
It’s life on the edge, a dangerous way of livin, never givin a shit, cause we livin in it
In south suicide Queens where niggaz act up, nigga back up
Afficial Nast throw ya fuckin gats up
It’s life on the edge, a dangerous way of livin, never givin a shit, cause we livin in it
We never givin a shit, cause we livin in it
Affical Nast motha fuckaz don’t give a shit. Word up.

All We Got Iz Us (Evil Streets)

Fredro:
Nigga ya heartless, you ain’t heartless, you don’t want no part in this
You ain’t got it in ya, I’m born to be a sinner
As I move through these evil New York streets like grease
And some kids get caught up all up in the crime rate
Couldn’t hold ya 9 straight when you was bustin your whole clip and hit nothin’
Ya whole block got hot up, only two niggas got up
Came down fast, caught the cash and the product
Caught you pants down with ya clothes off
A nigga never knows, a nigga never doze off

Sonsee:
Ya got ya rhymes niggas? Bring em, we stomp that
It’s concrete combat where I’m at
A crime covered city, where’s no time for pity
We comin from the village of the unprivileged
Blood soaked bills through murder actions, transactions all illegal
I smell the cheeb like a beagle
Evil stalks and lurks, dominate and do works in my dwellin
Niggaz spillin shells and compellin to bust melons,
We just fugitives and felons so ain’t no tellin

Chrous (Panama P.I.):
These evil streets is rough
Ain’t no one we can trust
Either roll with the rush or get rushed
Cause all we got iz us
These evil streets is rough
Ain’t no one we can trust
Either roll with the rush or get rushed
Cause all we got iz us
These evil streets

Sticky Fingaz:
I see the world through the eyes of a nigga on a brink
Drugs got my brain fried makin it hard to think
And I’m trapped in these evil streets
Drivin some scuffed up ran down beat up ass Timbs
Some kid pulls up with chrome dipped Bugatti rims
Now I’m thinkin it’s three in the A.M. , I’m walkin, he in a B.M. drop top 3
And don’t even see me, but you believe he saw my gun in 3-d
Ten blocks later I’m tryin to work the CD
Spotted fifty, dipped on the B.Q.E.
Cause ain’t no way the pigs is baggin me
Next up is Sonsee, we Afficial Nastee.

Sonsee:
For niggaz that force the issue, my man’ll toss the pistol
And of course I hit you, let that loss be with you
The more L’s the higher, streets of fire
Make ice hearts in men for a worldly desire
It’s the black attack born on the corner
Nigga grew up fast to get that loot up, ready to shoot up
And he do anything to achieve it
Ya better believe it
Run with a band of thieves who retrieves the goods
Stackin stacks and push a nigga shit back like they should
While we was gone some shit done developed
Now parlay, sit back and watch Armee swell up
Yeah, punk niggaz

Panama P.I.:
As we move through these evil streets
As we move through these evil streets
As we move through these evil streets
As we move through these evil streets

Sticky Fingaz:
Only nigga that could kill me is the nigga in the mirror
And when I cuff a mic it make my fightin words clearer
I’m naked without a gun, it’s like something is missin
That was my employer when I ain’t have a pot to piss in
So listen
Keep a gun even if it’s not needed
Better that than to have none and be in deep shit
We mold on niggaz like bacteria grows
Foes be lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose

Fredro:
Nigga, we kill niggaz for Polo and Hilfigers
It’s all for real ill niggaz with steel triggers
Ain’t nothin over here pumpin soft, shit be jumpin off
On the reg
Don’t beat me in the head with that, go ahead with that
I think back, me and my man’s brother, we robbed somebody grandmother
Pulled out, the bitch ran for cover
Keep niggaz guessin with a face without expression
For niggaz stressin, I leave a lifetime impression
It shines like fluorescents when the flame comes out
It’s all about what you got when ya game runs out, shit is hot
You can get burned with heat, we take turns to sleep, you better learn the street knowledge
Damn, you can get shot for five dollars
It’s live wires with no signs of survivors

Chorus (Panama P.I.):
These evil streets is rough
Ain’t no one we can trust
Either roll with the rush or get rushed
Cause all we got iz us
These evil streets is rough
Ain’t no one we can trust
Either roll with the rush or get rushed
Cause all we got iz us
These evil streets

Purse Snatchaz

Chorus (Greg Valentine):
There’s no sunshine in the city
That’s the way it’s goin down
People killing, people dying every time I turn around
There’s no sunshine

Fredro:
I run with purse snatchers, drug dealers and trespassers
Incriminators, and parole violators
I raided with regulators, invaded the instigators, passed the procrastinators
Rolled on retaliators
Broke in a home with burglars, partied with murderers
Ghetto big wheelers, I sold coke for dope dealers
ask the stash dealers, harass the cash peelers
Did time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars
Forty-deuce flicks  posing hard, rollin large
Pick pockets I picked, pistol packers to bitch smackers, back of the alley attackers
waitin for the crackers
Smugglers, muggers in the gutters with rug cutters
Runnin up on niggaz for butter leathers or whatever
Chain takers, train hoppers, clockers, block watchers, cops and robbers
Big hitters, counterfeiters, quitters, money getters
The beaters with heaters, the bleeders, the speeders, and 2 seaters
Crime testers and crime confessors, yeah peer pressures
My guess is as good as yours why niggaz be takin drawers
Rapers and zipper rippers
Fake rappers and over actors
Bottle throwers, the buddha growers, high rollers, cigar smoke blowers
Bowlers, pool players, slashers, bashers, crusaders
Hallway solicitors pullin out on project visitors
Schemers and scandlers, big dreamers and pan handlers
Ready to run up on a Rockefeller
Put the glock in the teller and tell the bitch to give it up and hurry up, hurry up

Chorus (Greg Valentine):
There’s no sunshine in the city
That’s the way it’s goin down
People killing, people dying every time I turn around
There’s no sunshine

Sonsee:

To me, U.S.G. livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin
Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and scheming on the next being
Fleeing from the cops, court proceedings
Illegal operatin, law violating and death escalating
We all need our dollars straighten but we can't be toleratin
Man that's frustratin, that's why we be demonstratin
How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin hand to hand
Stand and lookout, many struck out to keep from strugglin
Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin
Mass shootings, ‘nuff stabbings, gangs feudin and females boostin
for child supporting, or self done abortion
Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune
So we'll still be rowdy and rioting and lootin
and regrouping until we see some more improvin
It'll be mad human deletion, seeking completion
Why nigga?
Cuz every day is killin season

Chorus (Greg Valentine):
There’s no sunshine in the city
That’s the way it’s goin down
People killing, people dying every time I turn around

Sticky Fingaz:
I pledge allegiance to the streets and blame God for the creation
of this pitiful Earth that’s filled with temptation
Birth was my invitation, death will be my initiation
I just got off probation, so wish me congratulation
But I’m under investigation for psychic evalutation
Facing incarceration, isolation over the color discrimination
So I need your participation in the Caucasian assassination
Time is wasting, it’s a sticky situation
Tryin to stop our reproduction to kill off our population
And there’s no exaggeration, so whoever’s in association with the nigger retaliation
I need your total cooperation
We in hours of desperation
And for your information, the confrontation will be fought by the younger generation
Cause we got determination now all we need is organization
So I use my concentration with a Jim Crow education
Cause if history repeat itself your destination’s a plantation
To overcome this observation depends upon the communication, then without an explanation
a hesitation will have a reservation to be lynched from a tree for decoration
So because of these altercations we need to make some alteration
Let’s begin with the manipulation of this whole Goddamned nation
But it’s time for my medication so it’s the end of your conversation

Shout

Oh no not them, here they come
Fredro Starr:
Balheads and guns blaw
Where you gonna run say ah, oh
Which way did he go? You don't know
You move too slow, boy you blow
My style grows on you like hair
Where my Queens niggaz? We right here
Is you out there? Yeah

Sonsee:
Just watch us spark this hit and get ill
We won't yield til we hit  50 bil
So grab a hold, get a grip, it's time to shake it up
For rappers and routines that make bricks

Sticky Fingaz:
Amnesia couldn't make me forget about where I came from
And even if I left the slum I'd still be a hoodlum
Cause good things come to those who take ‘em
And I'm fed up and filled with so much anxiety I gotta scream
To let out all this frustration that's built up inside of me

Chorus:
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out

Sonsee:
These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse
They keep comin around like auto-reverse
For them our shit’s the worst
We disperse and then they hurt
But first to cut, then I burst they verse to quench my thirst

Sticky Fingaz:
Made mad money but I spend it, now I'm broke
So I'm searching for somebody to put in a chokehold
And I can't wait to wrap my bare hands around they neck
And squeeze until I fuckin strangle 'em to death
Yo, you smell that?

Fredro Starr:
Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit
I'm in effect like WIC checks and you a TEC without the clip
There goes my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken
Where’s the weed? I need it, it’s my vitamin
So light it then get high
Reach for the sky, you won't survive, you won't get by, you gotta die
Your style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be what we be
We Afficial Nastee Niguz

Chorus:
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out

Fredro Starr:
When I was born I never thought that I could be like that
Growin up in the back block, sellin crack rocks to black cops
I pack, cock glocks and clock phat knots
Nickel and dime, petty crimes, packin plenty nines and knives to stay alive
Surviving and gettin mine
Thoughts of the ghetto minds said fuck the books
See I’d rather run the street and fuck around with the crooks
And got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This is my bread and butter my brother word to mother

Sonsee:
More niggaz grab the mics, talkin 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rhymes you make is fake as synthetics
We just dead it, plus your style is old as a relic
So burn em up money, cause you gets no credit
You want it? Here it go
Nigga know the Armee, or we gonna be on the straight d-low bangin' M.C.'s
So keep it live up in here
I swear nothing less, we posess your best record buy
Most def, Most Def

Sticky Fingaz:
Sticky Fingaz, earn money from muggin’ on trains
where I grew up in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens in my teens
My pants are bustin out the seams with this gun in my jeans
Without it I wouldn't've lived this long in my wildest dreams
And I'm a star, my spotlight’s police high beams

Chorus:
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out

Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
All City keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop

Betta off Dead

Get a life?
Fuck that, we better off dead

Sonsee:
I’m not the type to be flabbergasted, but all my data’s mastered
It ain’t a madder bastard, boom I had it, niggaz get plastered
Soon as I bring what I got in store for this war, who want it?
We got what ya looking for
Fuck ya gonna do now money?
Cause it’s the, Sonsee Seeza, Mr. Chocolate bust em like a blister
I get downright deprivin on nigga’s   p-rop-z’s; gimme all of these
Ya’ll niggaz is puss
What’s the matter, I thrust, bumbrush and batterize and assault and catapult
Like a bolt I shock shit
The faker hurter, word to murder, rippin the madder shit to make you BACDAFUCUP further

Fredro:
Hold up the press, here comes the mess
Worship the best, or die like the rest
You have the right to remain violent
Anything you say can and will be used against you to kill
I’m a tyrant, striking like a viking
A knight in shining armor, death before dishonor
The ruff rhymer, suicidal like Nirvana
The end of your world is beginning, there’s no winning in my inning
Cause dead things cannot affect the living
So I drift into the winds of the ghetto bad weather
I’m lost in the desert but the storm blows me on
Never talk to a stranger, everybody’s in grave danger
Me and my peoples just shout out anger

Fuck that, we better off dead

Sticky Fingaz:
I’m considered less than a God, but more than a man
I can knock down a mule like Conan the Barbarian
With my mental powers and my sixth sense
that can raise a dead crowd into a live audience
So get the fuck out the way
Or what? Get your ass cut
Cause if you goin to jail they’ll probably make a pussy out ya butt

Sonsee:
No doubt
Here’s the clique which is known as a black stone
Hard
Fuck around and we’ll shatter your track bone
Scarred
You get for life, I’m concise, niggaz get done up precise
cut up fine and fucked up real nice
Be ready to meet your maker, and die like the Lakers
Fakin jackers smack ‘em backwards with the front of the black gat tactics
Straight from the desert
Queens
Where niggaz is desperate, so I’m takin mines from the entrance to the exit

Chorus:
Get a life?
Fuck that, we better off dead
Get a life?
Fuck that, we better off dead

Fredro:
Cover me I’m goin in
Move ‘em in
Take em out in the time when niggaz seem to always fight a lost battle
It’s too late to pray, I’m sellin one way tickets to hell
"Now, run, tell" is what you punk niggaz yell like
Ahhhhhhhhhh
That’s the sound of your bitch ass hurtin
Blindside attack ya back with Steel Curtain
Sticky come out, come out wherever you are

Sticky Fingaz:
So now add all that up to the fact that I’m a nigga that could just beat your mother fuckin ass
to hurt your feelings cause your shit is trash
‘Chu need people like me, cause they not worthy
Construct my coalition, it’s a demolition derby
To all the spit you talk make the mic smell like saliva
Yuck, you need to retire, resign
I’m ahead of my time, in my prime, one of a kind, out of my mind
And ain't nothin in this world free so me I’ma kick it paid style
I ain’t got no smile, I was abused as a child
My moms gave birth to a crazy ass wild one
Bust out her pussy with a motherfuckin gun
And started talkin slang, even joined a gang
In suicide slums I sold jums to the bums
I was the hand to hand man pullin in crumbs
Then I started dealin, robbin and stealin
Got knocked for a killin now I’m known as a villain
So if you want problems I’m ready and willin
And I’ll get up in your mouth like a fuckin fillin
Fuck that, we better off dead
Please somebody kill me before I put two in my own head

Live Niguz

The get on up
The get on up
The get on the get on the get on the get on
The get on up
The get on up
The get on the get on the get on the get on
The get on up
The get on up
The get on the get on the get on the get on
The get on up
The get on up
Kick it for

Chorus:
Let all the live niguz in
Kick all the bitch ass niggaz out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out without a doubt

Sonsee:
Ayo, the words can get intricate, vocabs in my temple
But I’ma do this swift and simple, instrumentals is what I’m into
For the money it’s essential, and I’ve got to have it
A verb addict, fanatical author with the verbals
We hurt whoever try to defy these guys
They fry in a skillet, so all that shit you say come on kid kill it
You yappin, not sellin that crap and irking me needin a back slappin
You wouldn’t known crunch time if you was the captain
Guess what?
It’s here, and yeah we the core, the center
It’s time to get live once more, we back on this agenda
And for ya’ll hopeful niggaz, tryin to be contenders
It’s a storm
And we come down like goose coats in the winter.

Chorus:
Let all the live niguz in
Kick all the bitch ass niggaz out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out without a doubt

Fredro:
Ain’t no slackin in my action, I put my back in beat and tracks
and Afficial Nast skull smashin, jaw tappin
Yo what happen?
Nothin, just niggaz just bustin caps when I was rappin
Cause niggaz be packin pretty pearl handle pistols just for fashion
But a fraction be actin, frontin, fakin jacks as soft as satin
But there better be no procrastin with the Mac 10 when you be blastin
Cause when you're maxin and relaxin, that’s when they start attackin
So get the gats, forget the facts of life, there’s no compassion
Keep your heat cause nowadays these streets are cold as the Alaskan
Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten steady stacking

Chorus:
Let all the live niguz in
Kick all the bitch ass niggaz out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out without a doubt

Sticky Fingaz:
(NOTE: Sticky’s verse is molded off of Slick Rick’s in “La-Di-Da-Di” but flipped)
Give me the shotty, let me liven up the party
I like to start trouble, cause I’m a little rowdy
And we just three emcees that like to fight
Even when we start the shit we always end it right
So for all of ya’ll frontin’s bad for your health
Cause in the nine-fever my army goin’ for self
Kids is cruel for a cause and these fucked up conditions that we all hate
but fuck it if this our fate
Just listen up to what I say, cause niggaz get shot daily, every day
Even my man got killed now his family’s mourning
But from all the dirt he did I know that hell is calling
Went to his wake and shit got held up
by niggaz with masks on they face, I couldn’t escape, I was stuck
They said "everybody in here up against the wall
that dead nigga owed me money so I’m collectin from ya’ll"
The people gave no struggle, five minutes went fast
when  I said I ain’t givin ya’ll niggaz shit, I’ma just have to get blasted
Representin with my life, a full fledge thief
And I’m the truth; that’s why we always have beef

Chorus:
Let all the live niguz in
Kick all the bitch ass niggaz out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out without a doubt
And we do it like this
and we do it like that
Rules and regulations, watch your back and pack a gat
Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in the street
Cause goin’ out is what it’s all about

Punkmotherfukaz

(NOTE: These lyrics are for the full-length version of the song. The song was cut down to only a minute on the album. These are the full lyrics, which contain the lyrics from "All We Got Iz Us" as well. The rare full-length version of the song can be downloaded for free in the MP3 section of this site)

Chrous:
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Check me out
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Check me out
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers

Fredro:
Who’s the punk master? The pussy one, who is he?
He ain’t getting busy, I get grizzly
I’ma have a field day with ya’ll mother fuckers
Bringing 96 degrees in December
Fuck all ya’ll
I don’t give a fuck about none of ya’ll
I’m running ya’ll
Punk mother fuckers, I’ll put the gun in ya’ll
So pipe down,
I got this mic now
The sound that makes niggaz wanna fuck shit up on shaky ground
Spies like us rush guys like you
I stomp out crews with dog shit on my shoes

Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers

Sticky Fingaz:
God damn these punk ass niggaz make me fucking sick and I can’t take it no more
I’m getting tired of this shit
If ya’ll stupid ass motherfuckers don’t quit
I’m a have a fit and ya’ll gonna regret it
Word up
Fuck that scrub, you a piece of shit
And you pissing me off nigga, get off my dick
Matter of fact, lay on the floor cause you dead meat
and I know you a pussy cause you are what you eat
Sweet pretty bitch niggaz need to stay off the street
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers

Come on nigga, what are you dusted?
Your shit gonna get crushed, kid
Fuck the discussions
Niggaz get concussions
The synapses, I make them collapse with relapses
I’m a hazard, perhaps it’s the way that I trash shit
Your punk ass style is bullshit, garbage, doo-doo, extra little
I’m droppin the big shit that bust your whole fucking noodle
Punk mother fuckers irk my nerves to the maximum
and I’m asking them no questions, when I’m seem them, I’m bashin' them
Give me that goddamn mic, you can’t handle it
Touch one of mine and watch the vandal get to slam you kid
Slam like Hulk Hogan, when I’m
choking my trigger for a nigga who want to linger, I’m a put him through the ringer
Word to mama
I’m a let the joint do the honor
Fuckin’ suckers

Punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers

They gonna make us fuck somebody up
If they keep on fronting like the way they do

The words that I write
I recite with all my might
Cause if rap cause violence I’ma try to start a fight
to keep all these punk ass niggaz from out my sight
You know cheesy ass niggaz are easy to identify
They never look you in the eye
and they be fuckin’ up your high
So if and when I die
don’t let no fake punk ass mother fuckers come to my wake

Well I’m back again starting shit
Punk, you want no part of it
My crew beat ass, the demolitionists
so to hell with all you novices
I could just smack a punk in the face with a spiked glove with much love
and hang ‘em, therefore they gonna get rubbed the wrong way
The strong play hard
That’s us
the ramrod
Then bust puss at your squad.

Meep, Meep
ariba ariba, undalay undalay, gang way
That’s what dumb punk niggaz used to say
But take your fucking time and hold your horses
we got an army and coming through with armed forces

You’s a punk mother fucker and your mother’s a punk bitch
You gotta hit harder than that nigga, is that all you can come with?
I’ll beat the living shit out this nigga
Nah yo, fuck that, let this nigga suffer
I’ll tie him up, fuck his girl and handcuff her
The rougher, the harder I’ll whip your ass like your father
Go to your room
You peaches and herbs, but we disturb the peace
You the mother fucker that be calling police
And I’m starving, screaming on them deep “What’s to eat?”
The first mother fucker that go to sleep

Ahhh, I’m sore
It’s these punk nigga’s fault
Let’s bust em all down and beat them to a bloody pulp
Roar
Hardcore galore is what I’m for, and breaking punks jaws
Let me hear yeah ya’ll yeah ya’ll
I’m the kind to swing on ya mind
A pay taker KO’in punks with verbal haymakers
Connections whenever I’m plexin’, ain’t no question
Punks prepare for some more stressin’

Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk punk mother fuckers
Punk mother fuckers, punk mother fuckers

 Most Def

Sticky Fingaz:
I ain’t never had so many death threats in one year, but talk is cheap and it’s comin out my other ear
Cause as sure as there’s a devil in hell I’m still here
to come first but not least from the east so prepare
Cause that’s the last straw now your ass is mine
You bit off more than you can chew so now I gotta draw the line
See first of all we most definitely the number one with a bullet, Billboard category
And I got ESP, you’re barking up the wrong tree
But I’m not crazy, don’t flatter me
Or I’ll get arrested for assault and battery and I can’t stand cops goddamn don’t they annoy you?
I need to blow off some steam, let’s have a battle royal
And who’s my challengers? The more the merrier
No, not you, you’s an amateur, just empty the register
And if if was a fifth then we’d all be stoned
but if I don’t drink and drive then how the fuck I’ma get home?
Beats me
And I can’t stop smokin weed cause I ain’t no quitter
But since it’s killin my brain cells maybe I should reconsider
You wouldn’t dare
Nah but all the non-fiction niggaz is you in here?

Chorus:
Most def most def
Do we go all out?
Most def most def
Smoke blunts till we fall out
Most def most def
True indeed, no quest most def
Do you pack heat?
Most def most def
Do you know the street?
Most def most def
If you sleep you get beat, most definite
True indeed, no quest most def

Fredro:
Fredro Starr, I’m mad as hell, I bust a nigga ass, a mother fucker will swell
I rock the jail, jump bail and smoke the L
Come on make my day, come on, take me away
Yo F that bullshit, we rob and steal shit while niggaz kill shit
The skills that light that spark the blunts that bite back
So break the buddah bone we get down to the gristle plus the marrow
now ya fuckin lookin through the barrel
I get George the Animal, kick ass on annual, you need to read the Afficial Nast manual
Rubber check Charlie bouncin checks on your check list
The black vagina sexist here to set this
Eat ya ass for breakfast while you eat my dust plus I flex this
Afficial Nast niggaz there is no doubt

Chorus:
Do you get cash?
Most def, most def
Do you think fast?
Most def, most def
Are you ready to blast?
Most def, most def
True indeed, no quest most def
Onyx is the best
Most def, most def
Cause our shit stay fresh
Most def, most def
Do we smoke stress?
Hells def

Sonsee:
You got 1, 2, 3 emcees to rip mad degrees and then cease these G notes
I’ma drop the rope that makes emcees croak
Murder one wrote resulting he choked on my rhyme he tried to quote
Hope he don’t resuscitate tryin to repro-duplicate
The great one Sonee, rappers I humili-annihilate
The jig is up
I’m gettin up my weight there’s loot to take and none of my victims will recuperate
I got too much getaway style to be seen on any trial
I’m a drifter keepin shit harder than five penals nigga
If a punk sorry excuse of an emcee step to Sonee it’s R-I-Pieces
Believe it's, the heaters, the one it’s the Sonsee
Sees the paper I gotta get it, I’m addicted
Grabbin assets I dig down pockets all the way to your goddamn ankles
Give me all that green stink shit, thank you
Smellin those crispy bills gives me chills in my soul
Before I know I’m outta control
Gimme a joint to hold and watch and learn asshole
Lights, cameras, action, where’s the L’s? Roll em
Debts I’m owed them, eyes I swollen, spots I hold em up
and I can’t give a fuck at times when I struck no luck
But if I ever got jammed for a scheme I’ma scram
I’m goin out like O.J. but I’m stayin on the lam.

Chorus:
Most def, most def
Most def, most def
Most def, most def
No quest, most def
Most def, most def
Most def, most def

Getto Mentalitee

Fredro:
You roll a hundred niggaz deep but not one of ya got a gun
I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggaz run
Dressed in all black Gore-tex with four teks
We all war vets, I’m takin all bets to see who can score next
I burn you like raw sex
You just a small timer with a small set, so forfeit
I’m out for more checks, cause whatever that it takes to make this papes I’m a work this
I’m worthless, I’m back to sellin cracks behind the churches
I hurt this when I work this, I’ll beat you fuckin senseless
Cause sleepin on the benches got me swingin at the fences
I bring it down like gravity with a ghetto mentality
To feel the agony of the Afficial Nastee Armee strategy

Greg Valentine:
The city never sleeps so don’t sleep on us
I put niggaz to rust when my gun bust and plus you get rushed
And when the pressure’s on you just bitch up
If you had plans on conquering this you need to switch up
Get up
Nigga you shoulda got up, obey my orders cause shit like that’ll leave you shot up
It’s a dead man’s party leave your body at the door
Unlawful entry, my introduction to the century
An entity is what I plan to be in the industry, enemies in my vicinities
get assassinated like a Kennedy, my gat's the foolproof remedy

Sonsee:
It’s Sonsee, black, I’m pullin the bad news out the pocket of my khaki’s,
Attack me you get splashed; Afficial Nast back me
So what the fuck is wrong with your dumb ass?
Tryin to put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast
This rap industry can do without ya
But I’ll haul off and smack the dog shit out ya
Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging
That’s the deal, it’s cloggin up what? The blood he didn’t spill
It’s massive, disastrous, plenty closed caskets
And as this world turn we burn crews to ashes
Niggaz tanks is empty, so get gassed up and smashed up
That’s my word and with that bullshit and that’s that ass yup

Chrous:
Ghetto men-ghetto men-ghetto mentality
Ghetto mentality
Ghetto mentality
Ghetto men-ghetto men-ghetto mentality
Ghetto mentality
Ghetto mentality

J Mega:
I trash niggaz who can’t speak what I’m sayin
All City, Mega bomb, I ain’t playin
Just slayin emcees and makin niggaz freeze with all these lyrics for me to squeeze
Niggaz please don’t test me, just let me be with my city
Nastee, Officially keepin niggaz wit me to hit me with the Ballantine 40’s
And bag the bad shorties
I got drafted because the fuckin Armee caught me
and it’s all out war, niggaz fall out for reasons now known
Check this shit, I got the illest, the realist, hard for kids to kill this
Until it’s, my turn to fall I’ma fill this brick wall to keep the crabs out of my sector
Injector, and I’m correct the J Mega

Panama P.I.:
The hell with wounds, I won’t leave a scratch to patch
This is war, way worse than a grudge match
Big P.I., no one’s bolder, a universal solider
Chump, shoulda listen when I told ya
I’m ill like Fire Marshall Bill, insane
Flip, squash and kill lyrics burn like acid rain
Born in the gutter, buck wild, far from butter
A bugged thug I used to mug with the rug cutter
Rugged and raw, gritty cause I’m hardcore
More mighty than Thor, always aiming for a faggot jaw
So hard rocks that’s fillin’ flocks, clear the block
My mic’s a glock, I keep plenty styles in stock
The way emcees react when I attack
Get me away from him, he’s a maniac

Sticky Fingaz:
It’s a conspiracy, I’ve been framed
They call me nigga so much I’m startin to think it’s my name
Light skinned and ashamed
cause way back in the days they raped my grandmother’s mothers when they was enslaved
They hung my grandfather if he misbehaved
But my ancestors was brave and most of them real
Strong hard black sweaty slaves workin in the fields
Four hundred years later I learned about my roots
and how they traded in they white sheets for badges and blue suits
So I’m taking recruits to set the fuckin score right and start a fight
a fight, a nigga and a white, if the nigga don’t win then we all jump in

2 Wrongs

Chorus:
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even

Fredro:
Fuck peace I want justice
I’m a nigga with a gun and a right mind to bust this, fuck this
I’m mad at the world hell, I got a vengeance
My first offense I caught the life or death sentence
The real black army’s in jail with no protection
It’s killin me callin these facilities correction
system that is getting us, come on my fellow prisoners
Time to go to war, we’ll be dead if we stay listeners
Time to get the tek and go step to the president
U.S.G. citizen, fuck America resident, and yeah I got a speech impediment
I speak slang for my niggaz who got hanged
They say 'Throw Ya Gunz' was negative, I say fuck them
They the ones who put the guns in the ghetto for destruction
This is the oppression, the deception, killin our own complexion
What we need to do is point the guns in the right direction

Chorus:
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even

Sonsee:
Yo it’s only getting worse, I’m a burst in controverse
And tell you where I’m from it’s the savage man they curse
It’s the illest, biggest, experiment. What are we guinea pigs in the cages of the projects?
Cause we the ones that’s feelin it
They gave us guns and drugs and watch us bug and rub each other out
So stop doin what they love
Retaliate, it's time to get big and bombard
And flip this shit like the “Food of the Gods”
They say we got the animal mentality, show them the raw reality
If you real, you ain’t mad at me
But if you is, so the fuck what?
Me and my peeps came to claim the brown man’s cut
Which was really ours; this the hour, better do what I do fuck those nuclear powers that be
We gotta form our own ground
Dominate, infiltrate, and feel great til it burns down
And when it burns, it’s goin up in blazes
We gotta do what we shoulda fuckin did since the dark ages

Chorus:
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even

Sticky Fingaz:
I have a dream that I must reveal
So I pinch myself to make sure it’s real
First we gotta destroy and then rebuild
Even if it mean that I’ma get myself killed
Don’t make me no difference, I done wrote my will
And talk about what they did to us is dumb
What we need to be talkin about is what we gonna do to them
I’ll get revenge if it’s the last thing I do
When I start speaking in tongues the Holy Ghost couldn’t save you
So do you want answers?
Yeah I want answers, and I want the truth
You want the truth? You couldn’t handle the truth
Cause they got us brainwashed so we the minority
But when we kill em off we gonna be the majority
Preach on
See I was raised to fight for what I believe in
I won’t forget, can’t forget, I’m tryin’ to get even
And if the whites speak up then I’ll lead my people
Cause two wrongs don’t make a right but it damn sure makes us equal
I’m inciting riots, so let’s start the lootin
And whoever cross the walls I guess we just got to shoot them
Cause in this revolution I loath my enemy
I’m agnostic plus I got no identity
So lover’s of life, don’t keep your hopes up high
Why? Cause it’s just a matter of time before it’s your turn to die
But until then, when you stop breathin
It’s time to stand up and fight for what you believe in

Chorus:
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but it damn sure makes us even

Walk in New York

Fredro:
Yo, we don’t throw gang signs in New York
We just be on some shit in New York
New York City, shifty low down gritty
You punk niggaz yell pity, and smell shitty
NYPD can suck my dick
This is the way we rip shit from the bricks
Walkin like a zombie, smoking blunts in the lobby
I be rollin with more niggaz behind me than Khadafi

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 8 million story orientated
Designated and made for the real renegades
So I never been afraid to stomp, comp, then get paid

Chorus:
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York

Sonsee:
I’ma stay on my job, cause that’s my adventure
I was bred to be a big gainer who contained a precent of the U.S.G. which make me switch like a schizo,
Where I roam it gets so hot but never blow my cool at no spot
If the heat got too much I’ma slide down south
outta town bound, either home or away
New York hold shit down on keep locked we rock all night
And if Zoo York niggaz wasn’t part of your shit, your shit wasn’t right
We known to start shit up from trends, to riots, to fracas
And big enough to fuck up anybody that wanna attack us
And that’s cause the five boroughs are deep
Most of us are peeps, true Zoo York niggaz we play for keeps

You want to be a part of it, New York is always startin shit

Fredro:
Fuck that, I’m the nasty native New Yorker
The full of shit talker
The dark street walker
Sign of the time stalker
Bringin it back to reality, this is for my niggaz in NYC
Not since ’76 since the Knicks won the championships has there been some more shit like this
So back up, get off of that soft or wack rap style
My shots ring loud, and panic the crowd
Blowin’ up
Get up, my sounds downtown
Hold ‘em up
Give me everything right now
So the fuck the mayor, fuck Rudy, Ray, and the governor
Ya’ll niggaz couldn’t walk my walk, my talk’s ruggeder

Chorus:
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way

Sticky Fingaz:
Yeah, I’m from the place where criminals is born
And Sticky Fingaz ain’t never led a nigga wrong
Representin New York City and for what it’s worth
Yo we the triflest mother fuckers on the face of this Earth
So if you don’t like your life fuck with a nigga from New York
The instincts we got is to shoot first then talk
But what seems to always gives us away is our "niggery" walk
And I speak from experience, so pleader take heed to advice
We sellin guns and drugs and sex or anything for the right price
The crime rate’s so goddamn high, we had to name the shit twice
Cause tourists be scared to death to visit the criminal’s paradise
Home of bloodshed and tears and for souvenirs there’s fears
It appears nobody cares so say your prayers
Or you gonna get double crossed and set up, either head up or shut up
cause bullets ain’t got no names and anybody could get wet up
and end up on the front page of the Daily News papers
but while crooks dressed in Brooks and behind  desks in skyscrapers
And I never bought no shit, but then I never took no shit
I’m a kleptomaniac, I think I got a fuckin' habit
So lick shot to all the boroughs and ghettos across the nation
Other states who could relate get bullet proof appreciation
Cause

Chorus:
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way this the way this is the way we walk in New York

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