See hot of streets are get to
Stop it and I lock it
When Im in the kitchen season and
You can cake it and cook
And none of you niggas trash like
Is hard just to stepping up
A guru when a gone man, -
Arrest'em all for the heat and - that
I always serve the hood 24 hours
Feeding niggas -, God weap
Prophecy Bust Rhymes The Great
Compete to a -
Juice link it from the stake, check
Acting like you ain't know it
You niggas must be idiots
Y'all know my name already when my nigga -
We flip more in this bitch then your lines
I'ts kind of serious
The majority think in the building we -
The way I -, Im only sayin'
I rapidly feed the hood
Like Im a fast food chain
No need to ever question why tha hood love me
That the aliens are vegetarians
I feed you if you hungry

ONYX started with Fredro, Big DS and Sonsee
Two of three got stranded, so we OT
So make you billy end it up
Doing a song with Sticky
And JMJ said he ain't sign Onyx without ME
Afficial Nastee
See a monster amongst the truth
Cause truth be told
Two ain't even want me in the group
So I ripped out my heart
How can I be this nice?
And you waiting for my verse
Like it was Jesus Christ! Then Big DS die

Copyright: KIRK JONES, MMC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): FRED SCRUGGS, KIRK JONES