| Song | Last Dayz |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | All We Got Iz Us |
| 作曲 : Jones, Klugh, Scruggs, Taylor | |
| South suicide queens....all niggaz | |
| Gather up all your arms | |
| And get ready for this new world order | |
| Shit is about to change-muther fucker | |
| Verse 1: | |
| 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 in '95 | |
| And why you tryin to slave us | |
| With minimum wages | |
| Slammin my niggas up in cages | |
| Changing their behaivors | |
| And spittin razors thats outraegeous | |
| Smoking moaches is hopeless | |
| We want lazy sofas and sculptures | |
| Lady chauffers who fuck us | |
| Full house and royal flushes | |
| Roll with the rush | |
| Its the official nas | |
| Got bitches with pistols and cash | |
| We living in the last | |
| My theory is "fuck it" | |
| Sexy niggas get obducted | |
| My corrupted | |
| Is conducted | |
| Through ghettos | |
| Sippin amaretto | |
| Hand on the metal | |
| Foot on the pedal | |
| Never settle | |
| We wear carolina herrera | |
| Dirty donna karan sweaters | |
| Wrap over leathers and seudes | |
| Gold plated guns and grenades | |
| To blow up | |
| I got news from the informers | |
| I'm trapped in corners | |
| Bustin shots at time-warner | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Hey yo | |
| My man big todd | |
| He know how to get by | |
| He high | |
| Threw a jinx | |
| Then be fixed to be fly | |
| Submit crossing up | |
| And downtown action | |
| And when he sticky keeper grip and move with traction | |
| Keep mad alibies | |
| A plan to stay wise and wide eyed | |
| Living in the state of south side | |
| Crooked jakes | |
| And fakes snake | |
| Niggas all out for papes | |
| Oh who wanna over take and leave you with drapes | |
| The white sheet covers | |
| This heat smuthers the street | |
| Eat brothers | |
| Ten shots rang | |
| You got banged | |
| We all ready for these wars | |
| We all want more | |
| These the last days get yours | |
| [chorus] | |
| 32 shots and certed the glocks | |
| You heard it for blocks | |
| The murdering guys | |
| Convertible drops | |
| Living life on the edge of dangerous | |
| Where you living | |
| Never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| Cause it be off the hook | |
| Crooks crash | |
| Cheeba spots | |
| And selling rocks | |
| The cops around the clock | |
| Is hot | |
| Living life on the edge of dangerous | |
| Where you living | |
| Never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Thinking about taking my own life | |
| I might as well | |
| 'cept they might not sell weed in hell | |
| And thats where i'm going | |
| Cause the devil's inside of me | |
| They make me rob from my own nationality | |
| Its kind of ignorant | |
| But yo i gotta pay the rent | |
| So yeah, i'll stick a nigga most definite | |
| Cause its generate | |
| If i get caught i'm innocent | |
| Cause i dont leave no sticky finga prints | |
| For the cops | |
| They only good if they dead | |
| All that badge and that gun shit be going to they head | |
| To make bread i gotta steal for sport | |
| So i stole the show and sell some pennies for my thoughts | |
| And if this fucking rap shit dont pay | |
| I'ma start selling 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 cant tax dirty money | |
| And you cant trust nobody (nobody) | |
| No one (no one) | |
| I'm the scorpion | |
| And i'll probably bite the bullet | |
| Cause i live by the gun | |
| We came to hear these 25 to life niggas who just came out | |
| And pull flame out | |
| Take aim | |
| Blow your brains out | |
| Its life on the edge of dangerous | |
| Where you living | |
| Never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| In south suicide queens where niggaz act up | |
| Nigga back up | |
| Official nas-throw your fucking gats up | |
| Its life on the edge of dangerous | |
| Where you living | |
| Never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| We never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| Official nas mother fuckers dont give a shit | |
| Word up |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, Klugh, Scruggs, Taylor | |
| South suicide queens.... all niggaz | |
| Gather up all your arms | |
| And get ready for this new world order | |
| Shit is about to changemuther fucker | |
| Verse 1: | |
| 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 in ' 95 | |
| And why you tryin to slave us | |
| With minimum wages | |
| Slammin my niggas up in cages | |
| Changing their behaivors | |
| And spittin razors thats outraegeous | |
| Smoking moaches is hopeless | |
| We want lazy sofas and sculptures | |
| Lady chauffers who fuck us | |
| Full house and royal flushes | |
| Roll with the rush | |
| Its the official nas | |
| Got bitches with pistols and cash | |
| We living in the last | |
| My theory is " fuck it" | |
| Sexy niggas get obducted | |
| My corrupted | |
| Is conducted | |
| Through ghettos | |
| Sippin amaretto | |
| Hand on the metal | |
| Foot on the pedal | |
| Never settle | |
| We wear carolina herrera | |
| Dirty donna karan sweaters | |
| Wrap over leathers and seudes | |
| Gold plated guns and grenades | |
| To blow up | |
| I got news from the informers | |
| I' m trapped in corners | |
| Bustin shots at timewarner | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Hey yo | |
| My man big todd | |
| He know how to get by | |
| He high | |
| Threw a jinx | |
| Then be fixed to be fly | |
| Submit crossing up | |
| And downtown action | |
| And when he sticky keeper grip and move with traction | |
| Keep mad alibies | |
| A plan to stay wise and wide eyed | |
| Living in the state of south side | |
| Crooked jakes | |
| And fakes snake | |
| Niggas all out for papes | |
| Oh who wanna over take and leave you with drapes | |
| The white sheet covers | |
| This heat smuthers the street | |
| Eat brothers | |
| Ten shots rang | |
| You got banged | |
| We all ready for these wars | |
| We all want more | |
| These the last days get yours | |
| chorus | |
| 32 shots and certed the glocks | |
| You heard it for blocks | |
| The murdering guys | |
| Convertible drops | |
| Living life on the edge of dangerous | |
| Where you living | |
| Never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| Cause it be off the hook | |
| Crooks crash | |
| Cheeba spots | |
| And selling rocks | |
| The cops around the clock | |
| Is hot | |
| Living life on the edge of dangerous | |
| Where you living | |
| Never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Thinking about taking my own life | |
| I might as well | |
| ' cept they might not sell weed in hell | |
| And thats where i' m going | |
| Cause the devil' s inside of me | |
| They make me rob from my own nationality | |
| Its kind of ignorant | |
| But yo i gotta pay the rent | |
| So yeah, i' ll stick a nigga most definite | |
| Cause its generate | |
| If i get caught i' m innocent | |
| Cause i dont leave no sticky finga prints | |
| For the cops | |
| They only good if they dead | |
| All that badge and that gun shit be going to they head | |
| To make bread i gotta steal for sport | |
| So i stole the show and sell some pennies for my thoughts | |
| And if this fucking rap shit dont pay | |
| I' ma start selling 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 cant tax dirty money | |
| And you cant trust nobody nobody | |
| No one no one | |
| I' m the scorpion | |
| And i' ll probably bite the bullet | |
| Cause i live by the gun | |
| We came to hear these 25 to life niggas who just came out | |
| And pull flame out | |
| Take aim | |
| Blow your brains out | |
| Its life on the edge of dangerous | |
| Where you living | |
| Never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| In south suicide queens where niggaz act up | |
| Nigga back up | |
| Official nasthrow your fucking gats up | |
| Its life on the edge of dangerous | |
| Where you living | |
| Never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| We never giving a shit | |
| Cause we living in it | |
| Official nas mother fuckers dont give a shit | |
| Word up |