Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Onyx
Onyx
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Taylor
Tyrone Taylor
Composer
Fred Scruggs
Fred Scruggs
Composer
Sticky Fingaz
Sticky Fingaz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Onyx
Onyx
Mixing Engineer
Fredro Starr
Fredro Starr
Producer
Don Elliot
Don Elliot
Mixing Engineer
Randy Allen
Randy Allen
Producer
Jam Master Jay
Jam Master Jay
Producer

Lyrics

South suicide Queens,all niggas Gather up all your arms And get ready for this new world order Shit is about to change motherfucker I'm America's nightmare Young black and just dont give a fuck I just want to get high and live it up So fuck a 9-to-5! And whitey tryin' to slave us With minimum wages, slammin' my niggas up in cages Changin' their behavior to spittin' razors, that's outrageous Smokin' roaches is hopeless We want lazy sofas and sculptures Lady chauffeurs who fuck us, full house and royal flushes Roll with the rush, it's that Afficial Nast Got bitches with pistols and cash, we livin' in the last My theory is "fuck it," sexy niggas get abducted My corrupted is conducted, through ghettos, sippin' Amaretto Hand on the metal, foot on the pedal, never settle He wore Carolina Herrera, dirty Donna Karan sweaters Ralph Lauren leathers and suedes Gold plated guns and grenades To blow up; I got news from the informers I'm trapped in corners, bustin' shots at Time-Warner's My man big Ty, he know how to get by Get high, do a jix, then be fixed to be fly Some mid, cross and up and downtown action And when he stick he keep a grip and move with traction Keep mad alibis, a plan to stay wise And wide-eyed, livin' in the state of Southside Crooked jakes and fakes, snake niggas all out for papes All who wanna overtake, you leave them with drapes The white sheet covers, this heat smothers The street, eat brothers, six shots rang, duke got banged We all ready for these wars We all want more, these the last days—get yours! 32 shots inserted in Glock's, you heard it for blocks The murderer who gots convertible drops Livin' life on the edge, a dangerous way of livin' Never givin' a shit, 'cause we livin' in it 'Cause it be off the hook, crooks, crack Cheeba spots, and sellin' rocks The cops around the clock, it's hot Livin' life on the edge, a dangerous way of livin' Never givin' a shit, 'cause we livin' in it Thinkin' about takin' my own life, I might as well Except they might not sell weed in hell And that's where I'm goin', 'cause the Devil's inside of me He make me rob from my own nationality That's kind of ignorant, but yo, I gotta pay the rent So, yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite A degenerate, if I get caught I'm innocent 'Cause I don't leave no sticky fingerprints For the cops, they only good if they dead And all that badge and the gun shit be goin' to their head To make bread I gotta steal for sport So I stole the show and made some pennies for my thoughts And if this fuckin' rap shit don't pay I'ma start sellin' drugs around my way Killin' my own people in the USG Shit, they gonna get it from somebody, I'd rather it be me Besides, you can't tax dirty money And you can't trust nobody (nobody!) No one (no one!), I'm the scorpion And I'll probably bite the bullet, 'cause I live by the gun Big heavy-hitters, 25-to-life bidders who just came out And pullin' flame out, take aim, blow your brains out It's life on the edge, a dangerous way of livin' Never givin' a shit, 'cause we livin' in it In South suicide Queens where niggas act up Nigga, back up, Afficial Nast, throw your fuckin' gats up! It's life on the edge, a dangerous way of livin' Never givin' a shit, 'cause we livin' in it We never givin' a shit, 'cause we livin' in it Afficial Nast motherfuckers don't give a shit—word up!
Writer(s): Earl Klugh, Tyrone Taylor, Kirk Jones, Fred Jr. Scruggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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