Letra da Música: Bichasniguz - Onyx

If the heat is on, I gotta freeze up by a nigga
Shitty hit da fans from da hands, sqeeze da trigga
ATAK OF DA BAL-HEDZ! sleep if ya wanna
Bets is burned it's a bitter shit than be a donor
Bichasniguz not respective, but rejectic
Move on 'em, move on 'em, things are get hectic
So watch ya blankets, hold your hopes
Ya get hurt up, that's da word up
Fuckin' with Fre-dro understand, GODDAMN!
Who the hell is that little ass man?!
The kid with da scamps, balhead like ya jams
Shootin' at the stands, no time to beat fans
Ain't nothing worse than the bichas wich as, nigga that's bakin'
Lies for tichin', try to run the nut for scratchin' stop itchin'
Wishin' perhaps, I play tha right guard, tryin' in yards, but
I'ma hit ya with sacks!
Two to da timple, straight to da brains, so simple and plain
Ain't a muthafuckin' thing changed,
But a hole in ya muthafuckin' tape, I would like to thank:
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga,
My nigga, nigga, nigga,nigg-aaa!