Onyx, Raekwon, Method Man, Killa Sin, X1 - The Worst lyrics

A yo, staircase to stage now, major waves
Tanktop Nautica
Flippin' your daughter thirty ways
Yeah, who want mine? Bent outta shape
One time play the mall
Starin' at your bird of all sunshine
Watch my shit shift, niggas in the back
Wigs lift
You know the stats, God, don't even ask, pah
Back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats
Spit on that cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin'
With a rich cat
My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks
Niggas is with that
Dough, federados locked my man, yo, hit lotto
Three hundred thousand in the bottle
Bitch snack is Heiml technique
Rover in the robe, gold link
You know the code, 'Rique, suitcase money
Stow heat
Rock Navi's dough, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crab meat
Gamin' himself like Milton Bradley

Yo, the semi-automatic Glock this
Unlock this the weed spots get knocked
It's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless
Chrome rims spend obnoxious
You can't knock this
Bust ya shots you better not miss!
X-1 wild out, and make you watch this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches
Eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap
X could never trust a cat
Onyx is as hot as it gets!
Bitches fuckin' for free is outta the quest'
Blow blood outta your flesh
Your body outta your vest
I toss the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet
You die livin' soft and sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga
Don't waste mine
Expose my 9, throwin' your shine
Your froze in time
Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath
Laid out on the dance floor, blood and Moët
I'm blowin' your set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat
Your goin' in debt
I'm goin' for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke
You catch a stroke
Wu Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads
Leave you all red x-Milli-1, fully armed
Illest beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you warned
Nothin' keepin' me calm but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone
You see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park

First things first, man
You're fuckin' with the worst
First things first, man
You're fuckin' with the worst
First things first, man
You're fuckin' with the worst
You can't slam
Don't let me get fool on a man!

Steel master
Grab half the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, mash your staff, what?!
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch
Hurt your bunch
Get murked, you front in the wrong circle
Punk! Mack clever niggas dat regulate
Catch you on the d-lo in
Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacatin' your space
Breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you
And won't miss you
Afficial Nast and Killa Bee, full blast
Get off smash pull fast for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in your ass
Tryin' to count more math
Bringin' the hardcore rap

Yo, we be the mainstream
Supreme rhyme top-of-the-line cuisine fiends
Number one love for thug
Queens schemin' on cream
My whole team love the E-cup
Bras and mob cars
Killa Sin known for makin' niggas
Reach for the stars
The terrorist lyricist in the
Midst of the abyss cannabis evangelists
Iron palms with metal fists
Wu build like construction and
Bang like percussion
All the Planet Battery packs
Combust and malfunction what, kid?!

First things first, man
You're fuckin' with the worst
First things first, man
You're fuckin' with the worst
First things first, man
You're fuckin' with the worst
You can't slam
Don't let me get fool on a man!

Holy shit! Who the fuck is dat?!
It's John John
Sticky Fingaz, kid, you got my back?
I got your back, cousin i got the MAC dozen
And when them niggas start
Dumpin', bust back, cousin
'Cause it's a new year
Time for some new shit!
Nowadays, rappers dyin' over music
Dead on arrival we raised in the ghetto
Singin' songs for survival
Duckin' homicidal, you rob them
Yeah, yeah! Onyx, Wu Tang
On tracks we gangbang
Chitty bang bang! Chitty chitty bang bang!
Hot Nix' spit flame
Lava pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the range
A yo, you rang on ferocious, atrocious
We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala
Dope shit! Eight ball in the corner pocket
We snatch wallets off the white collared
The Big Apple forever rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the bumbaclot?!
Pop shit, we do the knowledge
To shark niggas, once bitten
Major swingers heavy hittin'
Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens
Stop bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in
The meltin' pot's boilin' hot
Now in Hell's Kitchen yo, yo! Sticky Fingaz
One of the illest motherfuckers
Believe dat! My moms don’t raise no suckers!
I slap rappers, turn 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of mine
And you'll have Nine fingaz! 'Nuff said
Let's paint this whole fuckin' town red
And RIP… they whole crew to a shred!
I got cold blood! I pull yo' plug
I hold, bust! Show no love
I'm so bugged! Shoot yo' home up
And shoot up the whole club we throw slugs
You ain't no thug! I earned every
God damn penny that I got, son
I'm rollin' shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga w-w-would try
To fuckin' jack me i'll murder you!

First things first, man
You're fuckin' with the worst
First things first, man
You're fuckin' with the worst
First things first, man
You're fuckin' with the worst
You can't slam
Don't let me get fool on a man!

"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!" "Onyx! Onyx!"
"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!" "Onyx! Onyx!"