Da Worst lyrics

Artist  : Onyx 
Song : Da Worst



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Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang -
ONYX!!

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, staircase to
stage now, major waves
Tanktop Nautica,
flippin your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who
want mine? Bent outta shape, one time
Play the
mall, starin at your beautiful, sunshine
Watch
my shit shift, niggaz 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, niggaz is with that
Though,
federados locked my man yo, hit
lotto
Three-hundred thousand dollars in the
bottle, bitch math is how
my technique, rover
in the robe, gold link
You know the code read,
suitcase money, stow heat
Rock Navi's though,
hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed
me, gamin himself, like Milton
Bradley

[Fredro Starr]
Yo the
semi-automatic glock this, unlock this
The
weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is
topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin
obnoxious
You can't knock this, bust a shot
you better not miss

[X-1]
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

[Fredro Starr]
I
draws the heat from across the street
Fly you
up off your feet, you die livin short but
sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga don't
waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin your shine,
your froze in time
Lookin at death, holdin
your breath, laid out
On the dance floor,
blood and Moet, 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

[X-1]
Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss
foreheads, leave you all red
X-Milli-on, fully
armed, illest beyond your realest form
Bringin
the storm, forseein you warned
Nuttin 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

[Chorus: ODB samples from
"Protect Ya Neck (Radio
Edit)"]
First things first man, you're
{fuckin with the worst
First things first man,
you're {fuckin with the worst
First things
first man, you're {fuckin with the worst
You
can't slam, don't let me get fool on him
man!

[Suave]
Steal master grab half the
cash fast and bash
and splash yo' class, mash
your staff, WHAT?!
Nigga get smacked, you
ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get
merked in front, in the wrong circle
punk!
Mack clever niggaz dat regga'
Catch
you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch
ya
Shake and erase, vacatin your space,
breakin your face
Straighten your waist, twist
you, and won't miss you
Official Nast and Killa
Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for
your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in
your ass
Tryin to count more math, bring in
the hardcore rap

[Killa Sin]
Yo; we be
the mainstream
supreme rhyme top of the line
cuisine fiends
Number one love for thugs
queens schemin on cream
My whole team love,
the E-cup bras and mobb cars
Killa Sin known
for makin niggaz reach for the stars
This
terrorist, lyricist in the midst of the
abyss
We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with
metal fists
Wu build, like construction and
bang, like percussion
All the Planet Battery
packs combust and malfunction, what
kid?

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Sticky]
Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat?
[Method] It's
John John
[Sticky] Sticky Fingaz kid, you got
my back?
[Method] I got your back
cousin
[Sticky] I got the
mack-dozen
[Method] And when them niggaz start
jumpin, bust back cousin
[Sticky] Cause it's a
new year, time for some new shit
[Sticky]
Nowadays rappers dyin over music
[Method] Dead
on arrival
[Method] We raised in the ghetto
singin songs called survival
[Method] Duckin
homicidal, you rivals
[Sticky] Yeah yeah,
Onyx/Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang
[Sticky]
Chitty-bang-bang
[Method]
Chitty-chitty-bang-bang
[Method] Hot Nix' spit
flame, lava pump through my veins
[Method]
Caught in the zone, home on the range
[Sticky]
Aiyyo you rang for ferocious,
atrocious
[Sticky] We got that
supercalifragalisticexpiala-
[Method] - dope
shit!
[Sticky] Eight ball in the corner
pocket
[Method] We snatch wallets off the
white collared
[Method] The Big Apple forever
rotted
[Method] Narcotics hunt the hard
target, Hot Nix'
[Sticky] SO WHAT THE BUMBA
CLAAT?!

[Method Man]
Pop shit, we do
the knowledge
To shark niggaz, once
bitten
Major swingers heavy hittin
Poly
your kitten, throw up your mittens
Stop
bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in
The
meltin pot's boilin hot now in Hell's
Kitchen

[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo, yo, Sticky
Fingaz, one of the illest
motherfuckers
BELIEVE DAT!! My moms don't
raise no suckers
I slap rappers, turn 'em into
singers
Touch somethin of mine and you'll have
NINE fingaz!

[Method] Enough said, let's
paint this whole fuckin town red
[Sticky] And
RIP .. they whole crew to a shred!
[Sticky] I
got cold blood
[Method] I pull yo'
plug
[Sticky] I hold, bust
[Method] Show no
love
[Sticky] I'm so bugged
[Method] Shoot
yo' home up
[Sticky] And shoot up the whole
club
[Method] We throw slugs

[Sticky
Fingaz]
You ain't no thug!
I earned every
God damn penny that I got
Son I'm rollin
shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga
WOULD WHAT?
Try to fuckin jack me, I'll MURDER
YOU!!!

[Chorus]

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang -
ONYX!!
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!