Yeah, aha, yeah Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack Onyx is back, and they can
wick-wack" "Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack" "Wick-wick-wick-wack" [Royce Da 5'9"] OHH! My nigga Spyda is BACK! 5'9", that's me, I'm back baby Slaughterhouse
ask your man, I'm part of master plan Only b-boys and b-girls, they understand Whatever you say now, ya wish is my command Name it, I'll be the footwork to your
soft like marshmallow fluff Step up, wrong move, you catch a back smack Or a blackout so be out black Let's play catch a bad one ya caught it I'll take your
happened to ya'll? We like that snowball, goin' downhill We get large, you get bullets lodged In your jaw, your ribs, your arms We party hard at the
't stop me Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight Just might be, politely, leave your man
the faucet...mm-hmm Uh-huh (x5) You and you throw your hands up If you in the back come on, throw your hands up If you in the front, you can throw your
Pre intro a / d a / d (d) a d a d When the world's asleep and there's no one in your arms (d) a d a d Raindrops hit the window
Chorus Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must?ve been something you said I just died in your arms tonight (X3) Verse 1 Pop died, didn?t cry, didn
boxing So think about your next move I will let you choose your option Top ten Dead or alive And I got soldiers You cast your little punk ass stones at me, I throw back
m on top of the game like an arena I got your bitch on me attack this While your wack ass swole at home fucking the hole in your mattress The fact is
on your wrist cause glares I gettin stares from down bitches, thats eatin alone West missies, 1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris's on the Table, arms the strong
wick-wack" "Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack" "Wick-wick-wick-wack" [Royce Da 5'9":] OHH! My nigga Spyda is BACK! 5'9", that's me, I'm back baby
V.I.P. Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay) Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin shit 'til they man gotta come and pick 'em up Got bitches in the back bouncin
bitches You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin' Tryin' to come up out that Eric B. when I cut
look, they know my name Go back, way back, go back, hold back, go back, way back La la la la, go back, hold back, la la la la, go, go back Yeah boy I take it back
sewed your weave in, yo where's your ring at? Interscope records got your demo girl, where you sing at? Pull out your masters, your DAT's, all you have