Kronic Tones - O.N.Y.X. Remix lyrics

[Fredro Starr] Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up All real n***as turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up All real b**hes turn it up Turn it up Turn it up All real n***as turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (*gun shots*) Thug recognise thug We all blood when we feel shots from a slug You think the kid boutta ice thata cool off f** ice you can't floss in the f**ing warm Summer nights son its time to put the Benz up And copp the Hummer with the bullet proof rims what To burn purple haze livin in the last dayz They fly planes kinda low where my PJ's Where the money at? Bombs droppin from the sky I'm tryin live it up and f** as much before I die To the d**h till my last breath, guns high Thats when you ride for your projects What you rep (*gun shots*) f** that, O.N.Y.X Got n***as whylin throwin guns in the projects Got n***as in jail sharpening up they objects Got n***as in clubs startin f**in riots (REMIX) Yo, Yo O.N.Y.X Got n***as whylin throwin guns in the projects Got n***as in jail sharpening up they objects Got n***as in clubs startin f**in riots (REMIX) [Sticky Fingaz] Is you ready for the D-Day A thousand motha f**as runnin on the freeway Feel the heat n***a, sh** abouta back lash In the streets smokin dro through a gas mask I had to trade in my roli and my cross piece For automatics, ammo I (*gun shots*) need more heat Terrorists, bomb threats in the night club Drivin over mine fields on crome dubs And through all the lootin and the stampedes I be drinkin champagne through a cantine So f** it, till they nuke us get your ones up (*gun shot*) Thats right thats the anthem get your guns up Uhhhh huh Its the O.N.Y.X We got you whylin throwin guns in the projects Got n***as in jail sharpening up they objects Got n***as in clubs startin f**in riots (R-E-M-I-X) Its the O.N.Y.X We got you whylin throwin guns in the projects Got n***as in jail sharpening up they objects Got n***as in clubs startin f**in riots (R-E-M-I-X) [Genovese] Yeah, yo Hot ones echo through the battlefield Hollow points flyin by piercin through ya shield Ya here the wall cry f** it throw ya guns high Now what you prayin for b**h we gonna all die And while you gather up your armed troops We pushin tanks throwin dank out the sunroof Theres no hope k**as chanted out they war charols Cut throats snortin coke through a gun barrel Ain't no point tryna save no civilians Got kids runnin up pullin out grenade pins Blowing buildings up Duck when ya hear the shots Flame throwers 1M-1's melt your whole block Pressure building up Know when to run high suicide bombers flying in the high rise Raise shots above us f** till we get paid Or in the ? we pray these the last dayz Thats right its the O.N.Y.X Got n***as whylin throwin guns in the projects Got n***as in jail sharpening up they objects Got n***as in clubs startin f**in riots thats right (R-E-M-I-X) Thats right its the O.N.Y.X Got n***as whylin throwin guns in the projects Got n***as in jail sharpening up they objects Got n***as in clubs startin f**in riots thats right (R-E-M-I-X)