Sticky Fingaz - Betta Off Dead lyrics

Onyx They tried to poison the fetus We gonna check it out like this All hail The high exalted Yo My mother f**ing name is Fredro Starr You know what I'm saying? I'm up here with my man Sonee the money the motherf**ing Greeza And my motherf**ing n***a Sticky the f**ing Fingaz You know what I'm saying? Yo Son Step to your motherf**ing business n***a...word up [Sonsee] I'm not the type to be flabbergasted, but all my data's mastered It ain't a madder ba*tard, boom I had it, n***as get plastered Soon as I bring what I got in store for this war Who want it? We got what your looking for f** ya gonna do now money? Cause it's the, Sonsee Seeza, Mr. Chocolate bust em like a blister I get downright depriving on n***a's p-rop-z's; gimme all of these Ya'll n***as is puss What's the matter, I thrust, bum rush and batterize and a**ault and catapult Like a bolt I shock sh** The faker hurter, word to murder, ripping the madder sh** to make you BACDAFUCUP further [Fredro Starr] Hold up the press, here comes the mess Worship the best, or die like the rest You have the right to remain violent Anything you say can and will be used against you to k** I'm a tyrant, striking like a viking A knight in shining armor, d**h before dishonor The ruff rhymer, suicidal like Nirvana The end of your world is just beginning, there's no winning in my inning Cause dead things cannot effect the living So I drift into the winds of the ghetto bad weather I'm lost in the desert but the storm blows me on Never talk to a stranger, everybody's in grave danger Me and my peoples just shout out anger [Bridge] f** that, we better off dead [Sticky Fingaz] I'm 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 f** out the way) Or what? Get your a** cut Cause if you goin to jail they'll probably make a p**y out ya bu*t [Sonsee] No doubt Here's the clique which is known as a black stone Hard f** around and we'll shatter your track bone Scarred You get for life, I'm concise, n***as get done up precise Cut up fine and f**ed up real nice Be ready to meet your maker And die like the Lakers Faking jackers smack ‘em backwards with the front of the black gat tactics Straight from the desert-(queens) Where n***as is desperate So I'm taking mines from the entrance to the exit [Hook] (2X) Get a life? f** that, we better off dead [Fredro Starr] Cover me, I'm going in Move ‘em in Take em out in the time when n***as seem to always fight a lost battle Its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to hell "Now, run, tell" is what you punk n***as yell like Ahhhhh That's the sound of your b**h a** hurting Blindside attack your back with Steel Curtain Sticky come out, come out wherever you are [Sticky Fingaz] So now add all that up to the fact that I'm a n***a that could just beat your mother f**ing a** To hurt your feelings Cause your sh** is trash ‘Chu need people like me, cause they not worthy Construct my coalition, it's a demolition derby To all the spit you talk make the mic smell like saliva Yuck, you need to retire, resign I'm ahead of my time, in my prime, one of a kind & out of my mind And ain't nothing in this world free so me I'ma kick it paid style I ain't got no smile, I was abused as a child My moms gave birth to a crazy a** wild one Bust out her p**y with a motherf**ing gun And started talking slang Even joined a gang In suicide scums I sold jums to the bums I was the hand to hand man pulling in crumbs Then I started dealing, robbing and stealing Got knocked for a k**ing now I'm known as a villain So if you want problems I'm ready and willing And I'll get up in your mouth like a f**ing filling fu*k DAT WE BETTA OFF DEAD Please somebody k** me before I put two in my own head...