歌词
[Verse 1]
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah
[Verse 2]
Yo, son, try to sound like me, you can't do that
(Who there?) Onyx coming thru the door, you better move back
I'm coming from the gutter, feel my pain
Every time I rhyme, you could see my veins
Give you the beats like Hank Shock
Bank pop to your head, bank shot
Ricochet, bink, bink, ricochet
Like stick a say, fuck what a **** say
(Fuck what a **** say)
Yeah, they got the streets taped off
Hit 'em six times, take a trip up north
I'd rather take your life, I ain't trying to take a loss
If I got get it, gotta take it by force
[Verse 3]
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah
[Verse 4]
Buy more guns, that's my New Years resolution
Onyx OG sticky dro in distribution
If I know me, I'll probably head the revolution
I'm g-o-d of the underground movement
Walk with my gun out, talk smart, dumb out
Onyx on the bill, ****, the whole hood come out
**** squeeze one out, everybody run out
Guess you staying indoors till the sun out
(Ah yeah)
Yeah, 'cause I came from the Metropolis
New York is up north, we always on the top of shit
New album, Sticky Fingaz, I ain't dropping it
New album, Sticky Fingaz, I ain't dropping it
[Verse 5]
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah, this is our year
Forget last year, last year's outta here
Ah yeah
[Verse 6]
I'm the original gripper
Pull up with that semi cocked
One squeeze'll make a **** Harlem Shake or Millie Rock
These **** bars like an old broad when they titties drop
For every gun you brag about, pussy, I got twenty Glocks
Every year the year of the lion, it's time to face off
Tear your face off, while I beat your fucking brakes off
Blow a hundred bands, that's nothing for me to shake off
I'm in my jet, puffing mad loud though before I take off
Who you think put the work in the street?
Butch bitches need to thank me too before they eat
I keep the whole city wavy, product is elite
From Harlem to Crenshaw, boy, you're fucking with a beast
Thinking shit is sweet, I'll get you wrapped up, mummified
You're almost to the mountainside, bitch, I got a hundred ties
**** that you fear is at my round table, unified
I just bought a coffin, what's missing?
You inside
[Verse 7]
You don't want no static with the rude boy
Loaded up the clip with the new toys
(Onyx) Mad lion inna the spot
All you hear is (Gunshot)
All you hear is (Gunshot)
(Yo, Onyx)
You don't want no static with the rude boy
Loaded up the clip with the new toys
(Onyx) Onyx open at the spot
All you hear is (Gunshot)
All you hear is (Gunshot)
Written by: Fred Scruggs, Kirk Jones, Oswald Priest
