Bang 2 Dis Lyrics
| Song | Bang 2 Dis |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | Bacdafucup, Pt. II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Davinci | |
| [Female] Aiyo, what the fuck? | |
| Y'all thought this was a game? | |
| Y'all better "back the fuck up/bacdafucup" | |
| Onyx is coming through | |
| They the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged out grimey, go hard, gully, get your ass beat on and off stage shit | |
| Nigga what? [Chorus: Sticky] | |
| It's the O- | |
| N-Y-X Where my niggas? | |
| Get rowdy, throw up your techs | |
| You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set | |
| Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project | |
| That's right it's the | |
| O-N-Y-X Where my niggas? | |
| Get rowdy, throw up your techs | |
| You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set | |
| Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project [Fredro] | |
| You wanna bang nigga bang, fucking bang your set | |
| Wanna play gun rap, | |
| I'll arrange ya death | |
| My tech disconnect | |
| Arms, legs, necks from chest | |
| Shots split you | |
| Rip through tissue | |
| Raps most dangerous, ravenous | |
| I'll leave the booth covered with remains of shit | |
| Put the four-five blitz on the dot six range | |
| Ice your frame and hang ya banger by his chain | |
| This is Crip talk, | |
| Blood New | |
| York Blow ya brains in your hand, nigga hold that thought | |
| From outta the dark | |
| Niggas get money from gat dealin' | |
| Dead rappers body get found in back of buildings | |
| We started this shit | |
| We the heart of this shit | |
| Onyx motherfucker, hard as it get | |
| We at war so wha-what | |
| Get your arms up | |
| Nigga front, get your whole projects barked up | |
| Chorus [Sticky] | |
| I got a million niggas, cockin nines | |
| You don't know us kid, you better hide your shine | |
| And if you see a nigga with jewels on his neck | |
| Stick em up, | |
| Stick em up, | |
| Stick em up | |
| Back on the scene, gun with the beam | |
| All you see is white, turn you red for the green | |
| Niggas better move, | |
| Onyx coming through | |
| Every track | |
| I'm on I turn black and blue | |
| I can't, come from the head, | |
| I come from the heart | |
| I shit hip-hop, nigga wipe my ass with the source | |
| Ain't no nigga dead or alive fuckin with this | |
| Need a second opinion? | |
| Ask your bitch | |
| Walk through | |
| NYC to CPT | |
| We 'bout blow up again like | |
| WTC I changed the | |
| Benz sign to a crucifix | |
| Onyx pull up with three 6's like six, six, six | |
| Chorus [Sonsee] | |
| BLAOW! Techs up cause we bust rowd' | |
| Shoot through your door | |
| Watch bodies lift off the floor | |
| Runnin' up the steps with a 100 shots gunnin' | |
| Murder scene left so gross you can't stomach | |
| My team built strong like steal bars in prison twenty five to life, my brothers in hell biddin' | |
| We bang on the charts, send flames to the top | |
| Niggas move on your spot, take blocks | |
| Bang to this | |
| I blaze shit like an arsonist | |
| It sprays the mist, to stack up your carcasses | |
| What bitch nigga you get blast apart | |
| Reppin O-P- | |
| M, till the casket drop | |
| Chorus x3 |
| zuo qu : Davinci | |
| Female Aiyo, what the fuck? | |
| Y' all thought this was a game? | |
| Y' all better " back the fuck up bacdafucup" | |
| Onyx is coming through | |
| They the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged out grimey, go hard, gully, get your ass beat on and off stage shit | |
| Nigga what? Chorus: Sticky | |
| It' s the O | |
| NYX Where my niggas? | |
| Get rowdy, throw up your techs | |
| You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set | |
| Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project | |
| That' s right it' s the | |
| ONYX Where my niggas? | |
| Get rowdy, throw up your techs | |
| You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set | |
| Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project Fredro | |
| You wanna bang nigga bang, fucking bang your set | |
| Wanna play gun rap, | |
| I' ll arrange ya death | |
| My tech disconnect | |
| Arms, legs, necks from chest | |
| Shots split you | |
| Rip through tissue | |
| Raps most dangerous, ravenous | |
| I' ll leave the booth covered with remains of shit | |
| Put the fourfive blitz on the dot six range | |
| Ice your frame and hang ya banger by his chain | |
| This is Crip talk, | |
| Blood New | |
| York Blow ya brains in your hand, nigga hold that thought | |
| From outta the dark | |
| Niggas get money from gat dealin' | |
| Dead rappers body get found in back of buildings | |
| We started this shit | |
| We the heart of this shit | |
| Onyx motherfucker, hard as it get | |
| We at war so whawhat | |
| Get your arms up | |
| Nigga front, get your whole projects barked up | |
| Chorus Sticky | |
| I got a million niggas, cockin nines | |
| You don' t know us kid, you better hide your shine | |
| And if you see a nigga with jewels on his neck | |
| Stick em up, | |
| Stick em up, | |
| Stick em up | |
| Back on the scene, gun with the beam | |
| All you see is white, turn you red for the green | |
| Niggas better move, | |
| Onyx coming through | |
| Every track | |
| I' m on I turn black and blue | |
| I can' t, come from the head, | |
| I come from the heart | |
| I shit hiphop, nigga wipe my ass with the source | |
| Ain' t no nigga dead or alive fuckin with this | |
| Need a second opinion? | |
| Ask your bitch | |
| Walk through | |
| NYC to CPT | |
| We ' bout blow up again like | |
| WTC I changed the | |
| Benz sign to a crucifix | |
| Onyx pull up with three 6' s like six, six, six | |
| Chorus Sonsee | |
| BLAOW! Techs up cause we bust rowd' | |
| Shoot through your door | |
| Watch bodies lift off the floor | |
| Runnin' up the steps with a 100 shots gunnin' | |
| Murder scene left so gross you can' t stomach | |
| My team built strong like steal bars in prison twenty five to life, my brothers in hell biddin' | |
| We bang on the charts, send flames to the top | |
| Niggas move on your spot, take blocks | |
| Bang to this | |
| I blaze shit like an arsonist | |
| It sprays the mist, to stack up your carcasses | |
| What bitch nigga you get blast apart | |
| Reppin OP | |
| M, till the casket drop | |
| Chorus x3 |
| zuò qǔ : Davinci | |
| Female Aiyo, what the fuck? | |
| Y' all thought this was a game? | |
| Y' all better " back the fuck up bacdafucup" | |
| Onyx is coming through | |
| They the ones that started that ol' wild, thugged out grimey, go hard, gully, get your ass beat on and off stage shit | |
| Nigga what? Chorus: Sticky | |
| It' s the O | |
| NYX Where my niggas? | |
| Get rowdy, throw up your techs | |
| You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set | |
| Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project | |
| That' s right it' s the | |
| ONYX Where my niggas? | |
| Get rowdy, throw up your techs | |
| You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set | |
| Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project Fredro | |
| You wanna bang nigga bang, fucking bang your set | |
| Wanna play gun rap, | |
| I' ll arrange ya death | |
| My tech disconnect | |
| Arms, legs, necks from chest | |
| Shots split you | |
| Rip through tissue | |
| Raps most dangerous, ravenous | |
| I' ll leave the booth covered with remains of shit | |
| Put the fourfive blitz on the dot six range | |
| Ice your frame and hang ya banger by his chain | |
| This is Crip talk, | |
| Blood New | |
| York Blow ya brains in your hand, nigga hold that thought | |
| From outta the dark | |
| Niggas get money from gat dealin' | |
| Dead rappers body get found in back of buildings | |
| We started this shit | |
| We the heart of this shit | |
| Onyx motherfucker, hard as it get | |
| We at war so whawhat | |
| Get your arms up | |
| Nigga front, get your whole projects barked up | |
| Chorus Sticky | |
| I got a million niggas, cockin nines | |
| You don' t know us kid, you better hide your shine | |
| And if you see a nigga with jewels on his neck | |
| Stick em up, | |
| Stick em up, | |
| Stick em up | |
| Back on the scene, gun with the beam | |
| All you see is white, turn you red for the green | |
| Niggas better move, | |
| Onyx coming through | |
| Every track | |
| I' m on I turn black and blue | |
| I can' t, come from the head, | |
| I come from the heart | |
| I shit hiphop, nigga wipe my ass with the source | |
| Ain' t no nigga dead or alive fuckin with this | |
| Need a second opinion? | |
| Ask your bitch | |
| Walk through | |
| NYC to CPT | |
| We ' bout blow up again like | |
| WTC I changed the | |
| Benz sign to a crucifix | |
| Onyx pull up with three 6' s like six, six, six | |
| Chorus Sonsee | |
| BLAOW! Techs up cause we bust rowd' | |
| Shoot through your door | |
| Watch bodies lift off the floor | |
| Runnin' up the steps with a 100 shots gunnin' | |
| Murder scene left so gross you can' t stomach | |
| My team built strong like steal bars in prison twenty five to life, my brothers in hell biddin' | |
| We bang on the charts, send flames to the top | |
| Niggas move on your spot, take blocks | |
| Bang to this | |
| I blaze shit like an arsonist | |
| It sprays the mist, to stack up your carcasses | |
| What bitch nigga you get blast apart | |
| Reppin OP | |
| M, till the casket drop | |
| Chorus x3 |
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