Slam Harder Lyrics

from Bacdafucup, Part II

"Slam Harder" is track #1 on the album Bacdafucup, Part II. It was written by Pittman Darryl; Scruggs Fred; Sebastian John Benson; Starr Fredro; Scruggs Fred Jr.
Edit
"Slam Harder" is track #1 on the album Bacdafucup, Part II. It was written by Pittman Darryl; Scruggs Fred; Sebastian John Benson; Starr Fredro; Scruggs Fred Jr.
For Example...
What chart rank did the song debut? What is the song about? Has it won any awards?, etc.
Cancel Submit
Thank You For Your Submission
Your introduction will appear once it has been deemed awesome by our team of wizards.
  • Play Video
  • Correct
  • Print

Slam Harder Submit Correct Lyrics

Submit Corrections Cancel

Who'da thought we'd need ya? Who'da thought we'd need ya?
Back there, where we need ya? Back there, where we need ya?
Yeah, we tease him a lot, 'cause we got him on the spot
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, welcome back

What, what, what, what?
Yeah, what, yeah, what, yeah, what?
Yeah, yeah

What, what, what, what?
Yeah, what, yeah, what, yeah, what?
Yeah, c'mon

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx or Vince Carter? Onyx
All my thugs gettin' dollars, uh oh, uh oh
All my ladies just holla, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Slam harder

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx or Vince Carter? Onyx
All my thugs gettin' dollars, uh oh, uh oh
All my ladies just holla, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Slam harder

What, what, what, what?
Yeah, what, yeah, what? Yeah, c'mon

Aiyyo, we back in the easy
The game is over, it's a rap
It's a reezay, straight like dat
It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map
Ten years to be exact, still throwin' up gats

See a thug on the TV, the chicks dig that
But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at
So 'Bacdafucup', comin' through, comin' through
Get ya 'Slam' on
Y'all the hardest niggas in rap? Ya dead wrong

Y'all the niggas sittin' on 20's with no gas money
Y'all niggas think you shinin' like Puff, who gots money
Like you really pop shots in the club
You only pop bottles of bub'
Y'all ain't got no real street love

To the death, to the ghetto, my kids with heavy metal
On the everyday hustle, never ready to settle, uh
Back together, with the Classic Terror
Onyx back forever, bustin', gats together, what?

What, what, what, what?
Yeah, what, yeah, what, yeah, what?
Yeah, c'mon

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx or Vince Carter? Onyx
All my thugs gettin' dollars, uh oh, uh oh
All my ladies just holla, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Slam harder

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx or Vince Carter? Onyx
All my thugs gettin' dollars, uh oh, uh oh
All my ladies just holla, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Slam harder

What, what, what, what?
Yeah, what, yeah, what, yeah, what?
Yeah, c'mon

It's right now, we here, same as before
Blacks an' stacks an' they don' wanna live on no flo'
From their Project Heats, sick ridiculous flow
From my one stop, you know the ammo

Bigger than the streets' anthems, you stealin' the flow
Rappin' other people money an' we takin' ya dough
My killas the grimiest, we keep it the gulliest
We leave you the bloodiest 'cause we be the hungriest

Hear that? Hunger pains
Got some things that'll numb your brain, run ya change
It's not a threat, it's a promise
I even got my St. Louis niggas slammin' haters offa Onyx

What, what, what, what?
Yeah, what, yeah, what, yeah, what?
Yeah, c'mon

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx or Vince Carter? Onyx
All my thugs gettin' dollars, uh oh, uh oh
All my ladies just holla, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Slam harder

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx or Vince Carter? Onyx
All my thugs gettin' dollars, uh oh, uh oh
All my ladies just holla, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Slam harder

What, what, what, what?
Yeah, what, yeah, what, yeah, what?
Yeah, c'mon

You wanna know the truth? Take a look in my eye
I'm like B.I.G.'s first album, I'm 'Ready to die'
It's Sticky Fingaz, if you didn't already know who I am
The minute I reached out
An' touched the whole hood with no hands

'Cause in the streets I live through it
It's more than music, whatever I'm spittin' on
I put my life into it, got a reputation on the streets
Of keepin' it rough, there's just too many of us
You get rushed, you get bust, what?

Big trucks, chrome rims spinnin'
The mad faced niggas got money, so now we grinnin'
Pull your sticks out, we the group you listen to, kid
Niggas told me my music helped em' through they bid

I'm the voice of the ghetto, the heart of New York
A fiend will give his last hit, just to hear me talk
Niggas paid for their mistakes, death is the price
That's right motherfucka, Onyx for life

What, what, what, what?
Yeah, what, yeah, what, yeah, what?
Yeah, c'mon

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx or Vince Carter? Onyx
All my thugs gettin' dollars, uh oh, uh oh
All my ladies just holla, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Slam harder

Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx or Vince Carter? Onyx
All my thugs gettin' dollars, uh oh, uh oh
All my ladies just holla, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh

Songwriters
Pittman Darryl; Scruggs Fred; Sebastian John Benson; Starr Fredro; Scruggs Fred Jr

Published by
SONGS OF KOCH

Listen to Onyx Radio on Last.fm, Radio.com or Jango

Music News