Betta off Dead Lyrics
| Song | Betta off Dead |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | All We Got Iz Us |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Aguillar, Jones, Scruggs ... | |
| Onyxxx....... | |
| They tried to poison the fetus | |
| We gonna check it out like this | |
| All hell | |
| The high exalted | |
| Yo | |
| My mother fucking name is fredro starr | |
| You know what i'm saying? | |
| I'm up here with my man sonee the money the muther fucking greasiest | |
| And my mother fucking nigga sticky the fucking fingaz | |
| You know what i'm saying? | |
| Yo sonee | |
| Step to your mother fucking business nigga...word up | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I'm not the type to be flabbergasted | |
| But all my doubters mastered | |
| It ain't a matter bastard | |
| Rule my hazard | |
| Niggaz get blasted | |
| Soon as i bring what i got in store for the new order | |
| Who want it? | |
| We got what your looking for | |
| Fuck you gonna do now, money | |
| Cause this the sonee | |
| Seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister | |
| I get downright deprived on them niggaz | |
| We rob z's | |
| Gimme all these, ya'll niggaz | |
| Puss! | |
| Whats the matter? i rush | |
| Bum rush you better rise | |
| And assult and catapult | |
| Like a bullet i shot shit | |
| The figure hurter | |
| Word to murder | |
| Rippin the master | |
| Will make you back up from them further | |
| Hold up the press | |
| Heres comes the mess | |
| Worship the best | |
| Or die like the rest | |
| You have the right to remain violent | |
| Aaauuuggghh | |
| Anything you say can and will be use against you to kill! | |
| I'm a tyrant | |
| Strinking like a viking | |
| A knight in shining armor | |
| Jumping for the sauna | |
| The rough rhymer | |
| Suicidal like nirvana | |
| The end of your world is just beginning | |
| Theres no winning in my inning | |
| The dead things cannot effect the living | |
| So i trip into the wind | |
| Of the ghetto bad weather | |
| I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on | |
| Never talk to a stranger | |
| Everybodys in grave danger | |
| Me and my people just shot ya anger! | |
| Fuck dat...ya better off dead! | |
| Considered less than a god, but more than a man | |
| I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian | |
| With my mental powers and my sixth sense | |
| That can raise a dead crowd into a live audience | |
| (so get the fuck out the way) | |
| Ooh, and get your ass cut | |
| Cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt | |
| (no doubt) | |
| Heres the clip witches know its a black stone | |
| Its a matter that shatter your track bone | |
| Score to get to life | |
| I'm concise | |
| Niggaz get done up precise | |
| Cut up fine | |
| And fucked up real nice | |
| We made up mean jamaica | |
| And die like the lakers | |
| Faking jack was mackin backwards | |
| With the front in black got tactics | |
| Straight from the desert-(queens) | |
| Where niggaz is desperate | |
| So i'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit | |
| (get a life) | |
| Fuck dat ya betta off dead! | |
| (get a life) | |
| Fuck dat ya betta off dead! | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Cover me, i'm going in | |
| Move em in take em out | |
| The time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle | |
| Its too late to pray i'm selling one way tickets to hell | |
| No one tell is what you punk niggaz yell | |
| Like-wah wah! | |
| Thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin | |
| Black start attackin back-i'm still hurtin | |
| Sticky come on come on well... | |
| So all let up on the fact | |
| That i'm a nigga that can just beat your mother fucking ass | |
| To hurt your feelings | |
| Cause your shit is trash | |
| Too many people like me | |
| Cause they're not worthy | |
| Destruct my coalition | |
| Its a demolition derby | |
| Through all that spit you talk | |
| And make the mic smell like saliva | |
| Yick! you need to retire | |
| Resign | |
| I'm ahead of my time | |
| In my prime | |
| One of a kind | |
| And out of my mind! | |
| And ain't nothin in this world free so me i'ma kick a pay style | |
| I don't got no smile i was abused as a child | |
| My moms gave birth to a crazy ass wilder | |
| Bust out her pussy with a mother fuckin gun | |
| Started talking slang | |
| Even joined a gang | |
| The suicide scums | |
| I sold jums to the bums | |
| I was the hand to hand man pullin in clubs | |
| Then i started dealin | |
| Robbin and stealin | |
| If not for killing then i'm known as a villain | |
| If you want problems i'm ready and willing | |
| And i'll get up in your mouth like a fucking filling | |
| Fuck dat we betta off dead | |
| Please somebody kill me before i put two in my own head... |
| zuo qu : Aguillar, Jones, Scruggs ... | |
| Onyxxx....... | |
| They tried to poison the fetus | |
| We gonna check it out like this | |
| All hell | |
| The high exalted | |
| Yo | |
| My mother fucking name is fredro starr | |
| You know what i' m saying? | |
| I' m up here with my man sonee the money the muther fucking greasiest | |
| And my mother fucking nigga sticky the fucking fingaz | |
| You know what i' m saying? | |
| Yo sonee | |
| Step to your mother fucking business nigga... word up | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I' m not the type to be flabbergasted | |
| But all my doubters mastered | |
| It ain' t a matter bastard | |
| Rule my hazard | |
| Niggaz get blasted | |
| Soon as i bring what i got in store for the new order | |
| Who want it? | |
| We got what your looking for | |
| Fuck you gonna do now, money | |
| Cause this the sonee | |
| Seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister | |
| I get downright deprived on them niggaz | |
| We rob z' s | |
| Gimme all these, ya' ll niggaz | |
| Puss! | |
| Whats the matter? i rush | |
| Bum rush you better rise | |
| And assult and catapult | |
| Like a bullet i shot shit | |
| The figure hurter | |
| Word to murder | |
| Rippin the master | |
| Will make you back up from them further | |
| Hold up the press | |
| Heres comes the mess | |
| Worship the best | |
| Or die like the rest | |
| You have the right to remain violent | |
| Aaauuuggghh | |
| Anything you say can and will be use against you to kill! | |
| I' m a tyrant | |
| Strinking like a viking | |
| A knight in shining armor | |
| Jumping for the sauna | |
| The rough rhymer | |
| Suicidal like nirvana | |
| The end of your world is just beginning | |
| Theres no winning in my inning | |
| The dead things cannot effect the living | |
| So i trip into the wind | |
| Of the ghetto bad weather | |
| I' m lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on | |
| Never talk to a stranger | |
| Everybodys in grave danger | |
| Me and my people just shot ya anger! | |
| Fuck dat... ya better off dead! | |
| Considered less than a god, but more than a man | |
| I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian | |
| With my mental powers and my sixth sense | |
| That can raise a dead crowd into a live audience | |
| so get the fuck out the way | |
| Ooh, and get your ass cut | |
| Cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt | |
| no doubt | |
| Heres the clip witches know its a black stone | |
| Its a matter that shatter your track bone | |
| Score to get to life | |
| I' m concise | |
| Niggaz get done up precise | |
| Cut up fine | |
| And fucked up real nice | |
| We made up mean jamaica | |
| And die like the lakers | |
| Faking jack was mackin backwards | |
| With the front in black got tactics | |
| Straight from the desert queens | |
| Where niggaz is desperate | |
| So i' m takin mines from the entrance to the exit | |
| get a life | |
| Fuck dat ya betta off dead! | |
| get a life | |
| Fuck dat ya betta off dead! | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Cover me, i' m going in | |
| Move em in take em out | |
| The time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle | |
| Its too late to pray i' m selling one way tickets to hell | |
| No one tell is what you punk niggaz yell | |
| Likewah wah! | |
| Thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin | |
| Black start attackin backi' m still hurtin | |
| Sticky come on come on well... | |
| So all let up on the fact | |
| That i' m a nigga that can just beat your mother fucking ass | |
| To hurt your feelings | |
| Cause your shit is trash | |
| Too many people like me | |
| Cause they' re not worthy | |
| Destruct my coalition | |
| Its a demolition derby | |
| Through all that spit you talk | |
| And make the mic smell like saliva | |
| Yick! you need to retire | |
| Resign | |
| I' m ahead of my time | |
| In my prime | |
| One of a kind | |
| And out of my mind! | |
| And ain' t nothin in this world free so me i' ma kick a pay style | |
| I don' t got no smile i was abused as a child | |
| My moms gave birth to a crazy ass wilder | |
| Bust out her pussy with a mother fuckin gun | |
| Started talking slang | |
| Even joined a gang | |
| The suicide scums | |
| I sold jums to the bums | |
| I was the hand to hand man pullin in clubs | |
| Then i started dealin | |
| Robbin and stealin | |
| If not for killing then i' m known as a villain | |
| If you want problems i' m ready and willing | |
| And i' ll get up in your mouth like a fucking filling | |
| Fuck dat we betta off dead | |
| Please somebody kill me before i put two in my own head... |
| zuò qǔ : Aguillar, Jones, Scruggs ... | |
| Onyxxx....... | |
| They tried to poison the fetus | |
| We gonna check it out like this | |
| All hell | |
| The high exalted | |
| Yo | |
| My mother fucking name is fredro starr | |
| You know what i' m saying? | |
| I' m up here with my man sonee the money the muther fucking greasiest | |
| And my mother fucking nigga sticky the fucking fingaz | |
| You know what i' m saying? | |
| Yo sonee | |
| Step to your mother fucking business nigga... word up | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I' m not the type to be flabbergasted | |
| But all my doubters mastered | |
| It ain' t a matter bastard | |
| Rule my hazard | |
| Niggaz get blasted | |
| Soon as i bring what i got in store for the new order | |
| Who want it? | |
| We got what your looking for | |
| Fuck you gonna do now, money | |
| Cause this the sonee | |
| Seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister | |
| I get downright deprived on them niggaz | |
| We rob z' s | |
| Gimme all these, ya' ll niggaz | |
| Puss! | |
| Whats the matter? i rush | |
| Bum rush you better rise | |
| And assult and catapult | |
| Like a bullet i shot shit | |
| The figure hurter | |
| Word to murder | |
| Rippin the master | |
| Will make you back up from them further | |
| Hold up the press | |
| Heres comes the mess | |
| Worship the best | |
| Or die like the rest | |
| You have the right to remain violent | |
| Aaauuuggghh | |
| Anything you say can and will be use against you to kill! | |
| I' m a tyrant | |
| Strinking like a viking | |
| A knight in shining armor | |
| Jumping for the sauna | |
| The rough rhymer | |
| Suicidal like nirvana | |
| The end of your world is just beginning | |
| Theres no winning in my inning | |
| The dead things cannot effect the living | |
| So i trip into the wind | |
| Of the ghetto bad weather | |
| I' m lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on | |
| Never talk to a stranger | |
| Everybodys in grave danger | |
| Me and my people just shot ya anger! | |
| Fuck dat... ya better off dead! | |
| Considered less than a god, but more than a man | |
| I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian | |
| With my mental powers and my sixth sense | |
| That can raise a dead crowd into a live audience | |
| so get the fuck out the way | |
| Ooh, and get your ass cut | |
| Cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt | |
| no doubt | |
| Heres the clip witches know its a black stone | |
| Its a matter that shatter your track bone | |
| Score to get to life | |
| I' m concise | |
| Niggaz get done up precise | |
| Cut up fine | |
| And fucked up real nice | |
| We made up mean jamaica | |
| And die like the lakers | |
| Faking jack was mackin backwards | |
| With the front in black got tactics | |
| Straight from the desert queens | |
| Where niggaz is desperate | |
| So i' m takin mines from the entrance to the exit | |
| get a life | |
| Fuck dat ya betta off dead! | |
| get a life | |
| Fuck dat ya betta off dead! | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Cover me, i' m going in | |
| Move em in take em out | |
| The time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle | |
| Its too late to pray i' m selling one way tickets to hell | |
| No one tell is what you punk niggaz yell | |
| Likewah wah! | |
| Thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin | |
| Black start attackin backi' m still hurtin | |
| Sticky come on come on well... | |
| So all let up on the fact | |
| That i' m a nigga that can just beat your mother fucking ass | |
| To hurt your feelings | |
| Cause your shit is trash | |
| Too many people like me | |
| Cause they' re not worthy | |
| Destruct my coalition | |
| Its a demolition derby | |
| Through all that spit you talk | |
| And make the mic smell like saliva | |
| Yick! you need to retire | |
| Resign | |
| I' m ahead of my time | |
| In my prime | |
| One of a kind | |
| And out of my mind! | |
| And ain' t nothin in this world free so me i' ma kick a pay style | |
| I don' t got no smile i was abused as a child | |
| My moms gave birth to a crazy ass wilder | |
| Bust out her pussy with a mother fuckin gun | |
| Started talking slang | |
| Even joined a gang | |
| The suicide scums | |
| I sold jums to the bums | |
| I was the hand to hand man pullin in clubs | |
| Then i started dealin | |
| Robbin and stealin | |
| If not for killing then i' m known as a villain | |
| If you want problems i' m ready and willing | |
| And i' ll get up in your mouth like a fucking filling | |
| Fuck dat we betta off dead | |
| Please somebody kill me before i put two in my own head... |
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