[Intro: Clay The Raider]
Word up!
Afficial Nast: Gang Green, Onyx, All City
I don't care where we go
What show we blow, niggas gonna know
New York definitely wili'n, son
Word up! Onyx, All City, Gang Green, Afficial Nast
Word up, we wili'n, son
[Verse 1: X1]
Yo, yo
X1, I'll blow your face to the back of your head
Thinking that you living nigga, but you actually dead
Yo, the game of life, the whole New York State is trife
You got a gun, you aim it right
You play these streets you play it tight, doing dirt
All my life will make you niggas pray at night
So what's the deal?
Nig, grab your steel, quick kill, nigga, all for mills
Seen this rap shit little too ill
Back selling drugs fuck with krills
Pass the heat to my nig big breels
Being broke here, yeah, I know how it feels
Can't even peel a dollar bill
Asking me buy you a meal, don't you know I just got my deal
Why don't you analyze, stop and chill
You wack niggas, you ain't got no skill
Fake niggas just disappear
Afficial Nast be the shit this year
How can I make this shit more clear nigga, what, what?
[Chorus: Afficial Nast & Greg Valentine]
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!)
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n
[Verse 2: Sonsee]
Born Friday the thirteenth, a minute after a quarter at the nine
My cats clap your kind, you ass are dying, can't laugh for mines
Slash your spine right out your body
And make you wobbly probably y'all got three
All for you to see how wild the fuck that I be
You too fly, too high, off the lot and coca
The only shine you want be getting is the shine on your eye
Word, it's critical, you ridicule, you did it occur to you
Your pitiful, they murder you, get rid of you, like niggas do
[Verse 3: J Mega]
Yo, where I'm from, no love lets you come from
Niggas wanna get dumb, I got that
NY streets—where it's hard at
Me and my peeps might spark at ounce stack
Nigga roll on get your shit thrown back
Nigga got gay since real go back
Niggas our age don't live long that
Figured you paid - you stripped all that shit
Every nigga is touchable
Can I hit you one time? Mites keep busting you
Little shorties be bugging too
Now I'm so ill why this just fucking you?
Setup say ain't nothing new
Got the free dope baby mama ain't trustable
Old Irv got a gun too
Put a nigga down make sure he don't come to
[Chorus: Afficial Nast & Greg Valentine]
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!)
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n
[Verse 4: Fredro Starr]
When my slugs is hot like 21 shots
Strike your heart to make your blood drop
Fuck the cops fuck freezing stop
Cock the Glock and squeeze my Glock
These streets is locked nigga keep the heat cocked
Afficial Naz nigga like it or not
Pistols blast I like that a lot
28 days your ass will rot
Fredro Starr nigga blaze your set
Feel me niggas then raise your tech
With the infrared nigga hit the deck
Shoot in your head one out your neck
Niggas like you get disrespect
Can't even walk your own projects
Shot your legs, you under presh
You under stress, my guns a test
[Verse 5: Still Livin']
See us in the club you run and hide
Knowing we got our guns inside
Shoot the 5 nigga know I never
Because shooting the 9 is so much better
Cold as hell getting deader and deader
Spread out on the ground with holes in your sweater
Fuck you gonna do bout that
15 niggas be on your back
Laying your ass to the ground so flat
Niggas won't' even know where you at
Wili'n wili'n we on attack
Go for yours what nigga, react?
[Chorus: Afficial Nast & Greg Valentine]
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!)
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n
[Verse 6: Sticky Fingaz]
These some ghetto niggas you fucking with
Come out your face ill buss your shit
Throw my guns and rush your click
We wili'n wili'n our heads is sick
Kill every nigga that you came with
Fuck the law they can get the dick
Niggas trying to front I don't believe that shit
Wanna die quick, pass my stick
Fucking with me where you gonna live
Got mad niggas inside your crib
14 shots inside your ribs
Fucked your wife and killed your kids
Look at the shit that I done did
Fucked around I done flipped my lid
Looking at 25 life yeah big
Fuck the jails I'm trying to live
[Bridge: Greg Valentine]
We whili'n!
[Chorus: Afficial Nast & Greg Valentine]
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!)
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!)
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n
[Outro]
Word up, what-what
READ MORE ABOUT ONYX
