[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 runnin ‘em
Troublesome, extra double dumb, I come to beat ‘em
Defeat ‘em and mistreat ‘em, so what if that I’m cheatin?
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 tryin to be loud as me cause you can’t do that
Think about it; playin Russian roulette with an automatic
I bet my ass against the line the last bullet’s first on line
Stab and step and reppin and run, packin a weapon is wild
Peace to the brother’s on Riker’s Isle
Tough enough and tremblin, 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!!!
[Hook] X2
[Verse 2: Sonsee]
I’m the nitty nasty gritty smashin never slow gassin
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 ya’ll least expected it
And thought it was safe, Onyx hit you in the face so SLAM!!!
[Hook] X2
[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
I’m a b-boy standin 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 dyin of thirst
Comin through with a scam, foolproof plan
B-boys make some noise, and just, just SLAM!!!
[Hook] X4
SLAM!!!
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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 runnin ‘em
Troublesome, extra double dumb, I come to beat ‘em
Defeat ‘em and mistreat ‘em, so what if that I’m cheatin?
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 tryin to be loud as me cause you can’t do that
Think about it; playin Russian roulette with an automatic
I bet my ass against the line the last bullet’s first on line
Stab and step and reppin and run, packin a weapon is wild
Peace to the brother’s on Riker’s Isle
Tough enough and tremblin, 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!!!
[Hook] X2
[Verse 2: Sonsee]
I’m the nitty nasty gritty smashin never slow gassin
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 ya’ll least expected it
And thought it was safe, Onyx hit you in the face so SLAM!!!
[Hook] X2
[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
I’m a b-boy standin 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 dyin of thirst
Comin through with a scam, foolproof plan
B-boys make some noise, and just, just SLAM!!!
[Hook] X4
SLAM!!!
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