[Hook] Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise b-boys
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Well it’s another one, in the gutter one, ghetto running em Troublesome, extra double dumb, I come to beat em Defeat em and mistreat em, so what if that I’m cheating Now everybody wanna sound grimey (yeah I know) I’ma show ya how, come on, all in together now Yeah oh yeah yeah that’s how it gotta be So stop trying to be loud as me cause you can't do that Think about it; playing Russian roulette with an automatic I bet my ass against the line the last bullet’s first on line Stab and step and repping and run, packing a weapon is wild
Peace to the brothers on Rikers Isle Tough enough and trembling, blend in like a chameleon Buck, bye tough guy, oh my god I’m so high Cause they say I rhyme, they say I look like a gremlin But what does it take to make a kid make a million children SLAM
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[Verse 2: Sonsee] I’m the nitty, nasty, gritty smashing, never slow gassing Strictly swift blast of the raspy-rasp fashion That I provide, I abide the U.S.G Besides the ghetto vibe, make me flip like Jekyll and Hyde Of course, I come across with the pure for sure unadulterated uncut raw Disgusted, busted, you wanna touch it, too hot You forgot, you’re not ready, your head could get ruptured Hit between the eyes, I plan to vandalize I supply the static, I run with the bad guys The villains, crooks, highlighters and the fighters See the big black picture if you look inside of my mind It’s graphic, expressed it drastic So kill the copycat act kid, it’s all mastered Directed it, when y'all least expected it And thought it was safe, Onyx hit you in the face so SLAM
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[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] I’m a b-boy, standing in my b-boy stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants The mad author of anguish, my language polluted Onyx is heavyweight and still undisputed You took the words right out my mouth now walk a mile in my shoes I paid so many dues, I feel used and abused and I’m so confused *hiccup* Excuse me, for example I’m an inspiration of a whole generation And unless you got ten sticky fingers it’s an imitation A figment of your imagination Bu-bu-bu-but wait it gets worse I’m not watered down so I’m dying of thirst Coming through with a scam, foolproof plan B-boys make some noise, and just, just SLAM