O.N.Y.X. (RMX) lyrics

[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Turn it up (*Gun shot*), turn it up
Turn it up, all real n*ggas
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, all real b*tches (*Gun shot*)
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, all real n*ggas
Turn it up, turn it up
Yo, yo, yo, yo (*Gun shots*)

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Yo, thug recognise thug
We all blood, when we feel shots from a slug
You think the kid boutta ice thata cool off
f*ck ice you can't floss in the f*cking warm
Summer nights, son—it's time to put the Benz up
And cop the Hummer with the bullet proof rims what
To burn purple haze livin' in the last dayz
They fly planes kinda low where my PJ's
Where the money at? Bombs droppin from the sky
I'm tryin' live it up and f*ck as much before I die
To the death 'til my last breath, guns high
That's when you ride for your projects, what you rep (*Gun shots*)

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]
f*ck dat, O-N-Y-X
Got n*ggas whylin' throwin' guns in the projects
Got n*ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
Got n*ggas in clubs startin' f*ckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix)
Yo, yo, O-N-Y-X
Got n*ggas whylin' throwin' guns in the projects
Got n*ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
Got n*ggas in clubs startin' f*ckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix)
[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]
Is you ready for the D-Day?
A thousand mothaf*ckas runnin' on the freeway
Feel the heat n*gga, sh*t abouta back lash
In the streets smokin' dro through a gas mask
I had to trade in my Rollie and my cross piece
For automatics, ammo I (*Gun shots*) need more heat
Terrorists, bomb threats in the night club
Drivin' over mine fields on crome dubs
And through all the lootin' and the stampedes
I be drinkin' champagne through a cantine
So f*ck it, 'til they nuke us get your ones up (*Gun shot*)
That's right, that's the anthem, get your guns up

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz, Fredro Starr & Genovese]
Uh-huh, it's the O-N-Y-X
We got you whylin' throwin' guns in the projects
Got n*ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
Got n*ggas in clubs startin' f*ckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix)
It's the O-N-Y-X
We got you whylin' throwin' guns in the projects
Got n*ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
Got n*ggas in clubs startin' f*ckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix)
Yeah, yo

[Verse 3: Genovese]
Hot ones echo through the battlefield
Hollow points flyin' by piercin' through ya shield
Ya here the wall cry, f*ck it throw ya guns high
Now what you prayin' for, b*tch, we gonna all die
And while you gather up your armed troops
We pushin' tanks throwin' dank out the sunroof
There's no hope, killas chanted out they war charols
Cut throats snortin' coke through a gun barrel
Ain't no point tryna save no civilians
Got kids runnin up pullin out grenade pins
Blowing buildings up, duck when ya hear the shots
Flame throwers, M-1's melt your whole block
Pressure building up, wnow when to run high
Suicide bombers flying in the high rise
Raise shots above us, f*ck 'til we get paid
Or in the ? we pray these the last dayz
[Chorus: Genovese & Fredro Starr]
That's right, it's the O-N-Y-X
Got n*ggas whylin' throwin' guns in the projects
Got n*ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
Got n*ggas in clubs startin' f*ckin' riots (Re— re— re— remix)
That's right, it's the O-N-Y-X
Got n*ggas whylin' throwin' guns in the projects
Got n*ggas in jail sharpening up they objects
Got n*ggas in clubs startin f*ckin riots (Re— re— re— remix)
That's right