Onyx - Betta Off Dead lyrics

They tried to poison the fetus
We gonna check it out like this all hail
The high exalted yo
My mother fucking name is Fredro Starr
You know what I'm saying?
I'm up here with my man Sonee
The money the motherfucking Greeza
And my motherfucking nigga Sticky
The fucking Fingaz
You know what I'm saying? Yo Son
Step to your motherfucking
Business niggaword up

I’m not the type to be flabbergasted
But all my doubt is mastered
It ain’t a madder bastard, rumor has it
Niggas get plastered
Soon as I bring what I got
In store for this war
Who want it? We got what you're looking for
Fuck ya gonna do now money?
Cause it’s the, Sonsee Seeza
Mr chocolate bust em like a blister
I get downright depriving on nigga’s
P-rop-z’s gimme all of these
Ya’ll niggas is puss
What’s the matter, I thrust
Bum rush and batterize and
Assault and catapult
Like a bolt I shock shit
The faker hurter, word to murder
Ripping the madder shit to
Make you BACDAFUCUP further

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 kill
I’m a tyrant, striking like a viking
A knight in shining armor
Death 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

Fuck that, we better off dead

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 fuck out the way)
Or what? Get your ass cut
Cause if you goin to jail they’ll probably
Make a pussy out ya butt

No doubt here’s the clique which is known
As a black stone hard
Fuck around and we’ll shatter your track bone
Scarred you get for life, I’m concise
Niggas get done up precise
Cut up fine and fucked 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 niggas is desperate
So I'm taking mines from the
Entrance to the exit

Get a life? Fuck that, we better off dead

Cover me, I’m going in move ‘em in
Take em out in the time when niggas
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 niggas yell like
Ahhh
That’s the sound of your bitch ass hurting
Blindside attack your back with Steel Curtain
Sticky come out, come out wherever you are

So now add all that up to the fact that I’m
A nigga that could just beat
Your mother fucking ass
To hurt your feelings
Cause your shit 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 ass wild one
Bust out her pussy with a motherfucking 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 killing 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 fucking filling

Fuck dat we betta off dead
Please somebody kill me before I put
Two in my own head