Black Moon, Busta Rhymes - The Onslaught lyrics

[Black Moon, Busta Rhymes - The Onslaught lyrics]

(Whattup nigga?) yeah whattup nigga?
(Y'all niggas chillin'?) The Sun
Don't chill nigga

Listen to this right here motherfucker what?

Hittin' you up with some real shit
Feel this nigga

Buck spread love like the Pope
But I never spread false hope
I bring the bomb squad close
Rock you with a dose
Of TNT, niggas ain't believe in me?
I'm comin' back for all them
Niggas who be thievin' me
I'm incredible, also edible
Rock it in the stage show
See me in the interview
Wanna be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I
You try, you die don't deny the fact
That you got your back
Blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin' ya
And drop-toppin' ya
Dough low go for dolo in Cali
All my Outlawz form a rally
And we Bomb First nigga pull the trigga
See what happen if you hesitate
And cut your blood supply short
The bloodsport, the motherfuckin' onslaught

Yo, now in the onslaught
Y'all niggas got caught
Now we can run a full
Court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort
Cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a
Nigga like a Newport! (Comin' for you)
Feel!

I used to sit back, and let a lot of shit
Get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of shit
A lot of fake niggas
(uh huh) frontin' in the game with
A little record deal but still
Drive the same whip
Damn shame ain't it? The vision
That they show you
In they videos'll make you
Think them niggas real moved out the ghetto
Oh? Don't get me wrong
I ain't tryin' to stay but shit
At the same time I ain't tryin' to run away
A lot of family is left behind
A lot of my niggas is left to grind
Some still do crime
Some do time, but, no matter what
None of my niggas keep an
Empty shell inside the nine cock back
Fuckin' up the Evil Dee track
And make the mind react smoke a phat one
Listen to Buck and get black
As a matter of fact
Even if you don't smoke you
Can feel the contact

Now in the onslaught, y'all niggas got caught
Now we can run a full
Court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort
Cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a
Nigga like a Newport! (Comin' for you)
Feel!

Jump through the window to your
Rescue i guess you
Heard the rest do, all that
Rap shit but in fact, it
Sounded kinda good until I let
You hear this phat shit
You lack shit, nigga track this
Record this, oh my lord this
Is the warnin' sign for y'all
BD wanna ball is you feelin'
Me? Let me know somethin'
And if you see me lookin' sober
Let me smoke somethin'
Pump it up like D, film me like Spike Lee
Bodycount like Ice T, do it nicely
Nice to see, that nigga Buckshot rappin'
Fuck it, I'mma make it happen
All my niggas stick to gunclappin'
Don't change
From my street niggas up to my nigga Starang
Bang bang nigga, can you hang, nigga?
It's your fault you got caught in the rain
Nigga

Now now in the onslaught
Y'all niggas got caught
Now we can run a full
Court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort
Cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a
Nigga like a Newport! (Comin' for you)

Now in the onslaught, y'all niggas got caught
Now we can run a full
Court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort
Cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a
Nigga like a Newport! (Comin' for you)

Now in the onslaught, y'all niggas got caught
Now we can run a full
Court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort
Cut ya like live shorts
Feel the pressure burn a
Nigga like a Newport! Feel!

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