Onyx

Ghetto Starz

Onyx


Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo 
I'm a rapper turned rock star 
Word up, what I wanna know 
Yo, I'm a rapper turned rock star 
What, what, what, what 
I'm a rapper turned rock star 
Yo, yo, yo 

[Fredro Starr] 
I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car 
What y'all? The black prop with the crowbar 
No plates off the lot it costs a lot 
You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock 
Money don't stop long as I stay hot 
Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block 
Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top 
Nigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in gold 
You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas 
What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga 

Chorus: Mr. Cheeks (repeat 2X) 

Why not? Makin moves and gettin money with my team 
We them ghetto starz, this here is far from a dream 
Official Nas, here to get up in that ass 
Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass 

[?] 
Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this 
Grab the mic, handle your business 
This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners 
About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners? 
You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners 
Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game 
You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame 
Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens 
With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens 

[?] 
Official Nas, and L-B fam 
Bringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy 
Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe 
As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake 
Regulate, we delegate and dead they take 
That's a rapper that it's official, track for track 
I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques 
You whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope do 
Any member of my crew'll roze you 
Number one spot, took that 
Onyx show, book that 
Got a bet, better know where to put that 

[Chorus] X 2 

[Sonsee] 
I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house 
I got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouse 
I'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold out 
So you see that, you better shut your mouth 
I used to scheme on niggas that had more than me 
Now I'm that nigga and niggas scheme on me 
I got a ghetto mentality 
If a nigga front, I'm gattin 'em 
I never had nothin, now my rolex is platinum 
I be the same man, rich or poor 
Wildin out at the club, time to hit the floor 
Outside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpit 
Fuck partyin with y'all, we already got shit 
You rockless, nina you ain't got no props 
Let me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spot 
Even at a rich event, you can still get shot 
Fuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mack 
We guaranteed to start fights everytime we rap 
Yo, who got next? Who got first? 
I'm God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what? 

[Chorus] X 4