Our second song, beat is on point. Good sound quality! (Song is now fixed)
Instrumentals/Hip Hop General/FreeStyle/Spoken Word/Battles/Disses
**we were 14 maybe even 13 when we first started this back in like late '03**
Story behind the song
Onion - Our second song ever done, hence the title "Another One".
Lyrics
VERSE ONE (Onion)
Yo we back again, kinda like its 2010
Ahead of our time, and we out of the pen
But we still writin verses, leavin yall in hurses
You pussy ass bitches walkin round with purses
We be poppin clips with the rubber grips
And we just sank your Battleship
So heres a tip, you should shut your lips
Or youll be on a permanent acid trip
So pass the fifth, or your ass will get hit
Cause we on some real hard gangsta shit
You a wanksta bitch, so thank you bitch
Cause you about to meet your maker bitch
HOOK (Both)
And another one....(Repeated multiple times)
VERSE TWO (Lil' King)
When I shoot, i'm better with my gat than Fat Joe
You should know, cause I shot your hoe,
But she came back for mo, but she didnt have the dough
So she got one to the head, and i knew she was dead
I filled her with lead until she bled,
Cause I was fed up with her not paying as much,
She just talked too much, told me not to touch
I tooke her out to lunch, I guess I bought her too much shit
I cant even walk around my house without steppin on it
I got her a Lexus that I bought from Texas,
But I took it away cause she was driving reckless
So I got her a necklace, and she took of to Memphis,
When I wrote a dis on her pimp, that walked with a limp
I told him, if he ever came in my town,
I'd put his ass in the ground, where he wouldnt be found
And I hate to sound profound,
But my lyrics got more bite than a fuckin bloodhound
HOOK
VERSE THREE (Onion)
One to the head, two to the chestUH!
He shoulda been wearin a bulletproof vest
Thats what happens when youre dealin with the best
It'll "All Fall Down" like youre Kanye West
Youll be put to rest, and were talkin forever
When my bullets rain on ya like its bad weather
Youre weaker than pocket lint, i'm tougher than leather
And i'll leave all of your fuckin body parts severed
My blunt is like my uzi, both of em smokin
Take one puff, fa sho youll be chokin
That aint enough? Cop the album i'm promotin
It's doin higher numbers than the presidential votin
