The Worst / Overshine Lyrics & Tabs by Onyx
The Worst / Overshine
guitar chords lyrics
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
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, niggas 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, niggas 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
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
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 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
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
Expose 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
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
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!
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 niggas 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
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 niggas 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?
- repeat 2X
Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat?
It's John John
Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back?
I got your back cousin
I got the mack-dozen
And when them niggas start jumpin, bust back cousin
Cause it's a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers dyin over music
Dead on arrival
We raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
Duckin homicidal, you rivals
Yeah yeah, Onyx/Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang
Chitty-bang-bang
Chitty-chitty-bang-bang
Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the range
Aiyyo you rang for ferocious, atrocious
We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala-
- dope shit!
Eight ball in the corner pocket
We snatch wallets off the white collared
The Big Apple forever rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
SO WHAT THE BUMBACLOT?!
Pop shit, we do the knowledge
To shark niggas, 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
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!
Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin town red
And RIP . they whole crew to a shred!
I got cold blood
I pull yo' plug
I hold, bust
Show no love
I'm so bugged
Shoot yo' home up
And shoot up the whole club
We throw slugs
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 W-W-W-WOULD
Try to fuckin jack me, I'll MURDER YOU!!!
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
* hidden track after "The Worst"
Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a nickel sack
From Vange Hill to Moon, you touch me, I got to get you back
Roll on the stolen V's with he-ho chase you
Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation
We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender
I'm the number one contender
I got a new game plan, strictly sportin name brand
Layin in the pound hunted, footin through your town blunted
On some shit that get you burnt throats
Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated
Never been B-rated, my 5 plated, is how I get fights
I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights
(Keep Shinin)I'm daily thinkin of a life gleamin
That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin
(Keep on Shinin)The fact that cash rules, these last days
We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules
(Keep Shinin)True soldier, no matter the goal
We gettin closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
(Keep on Shinin)To all my true livin dogs and my SOHO
Don't talk about it, make it happ'
Don't fake it chap
The hennecy act, got you light gat
You wanna block, try to hold nine
Son you livin on my time, don't try to Overshine
Play your p, play your position
I stay with G, stay on a mission
Precisely, good, wit game, I'm nicely
Shifftee son, still shiesty
You in your eight fifty, ridin shotgun
If you can count your money, you ain't got none
And bitches beat they game tight
Baby, get the name right, see G. comin, like a train light
And niggas be don pretending
But I'm armed and bendin, so they can get the John Lennon
Hundred dollar gator players
Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game
My artistic creation, or decoration will set the nation
With AlphaStation of lyric lacin, for all occasions
Engagements and events, for big dollars and cents
Makin niggas past tense, it's consequence
All I see around me, makes up the place
But if you don't hold down your space, you quickly get erased
Don't waste, a thought, thinkin
I ain't gon' be bringin the guns that grants hole
To my body, dead and stinkin
Watch as I back draft, on the last glass, and trap crash
Catch the hash blast, when I puff the black wrath
Learn the tricks of the trade, to be self made
Those who slept, stay where they started and got played
