The Worst by Onyx
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Onyx
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Onyx
Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves
Tanktop Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time
Play the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine
Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift
You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat
My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how
My technique, rover in the robe, gold link
You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat
Rock nave's though, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley
Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock this
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious
You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss
X-1 wild out, and make you watch this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin' for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest
I draws the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' short but sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time
Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, laid out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' your set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your groin' in debt
I'm groin'' for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke, you catch a stroke
Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
Steal master grab half the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, mash your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get marked in front, in the wrong circle punk
Mack clever niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you
Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in your ass
Tryin' to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap
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