Belly of the Beast - Onyx

I’m a product of my environment

OG’s going into early retirements

This is the art of war, black diamonds in the Audemars

Shit I talk might start a war

Dro Starr the golden child De La Hoya

Some might stick for the bread Stella D’oro

Public announcements for public houses

Playing with their freedom, touching thousands

Rich folks send their kids off to Yale

Poor folks send their kids off to jail

So fuck taking lemons and making lemonade

We can take a half an ounce, turn it to a 28th

My bitch can’t dress and never less than Ralph Lauren

A nigga can’t drive a whip unless the whip’s foreign

We in the club, throwing tax free hundreds

20 niggas jumping out of three black Hummers

Stop putting fake grilles on a whack three hundreds (Chrysler 300)

Niggas ain’t trying to see Max B numbers

Hold your head, son, this murder Redrum

One for the struggle, two for the pain

Three for the kids out mugging for change

Cause the bills don’t stop, the bills don’t stop

It’s the belly of the beast and we hungry

It’s Sticky Fingaz, you know I’m bout to black out

I never go to sleep, nigga, I pass out

And I don’t wake up, I come to

I’m scared to death cause everything I think come true

I got a lot of things, but no sympathy

I keep the ratchet pockets never on empty

I’m in that Bentley, please don’t tempt me

High powered lawyers, I beat an attempt B

Look at my face, do it look like I’m joking?

It beat them nosey niguhz, get they nose broken

Sometimes the hardest niguh be the most soft-spoken

Pop off guns, get thrown in the ocean

I’m not a gambler, a hustle nigga cashed out

Before I’m broke, I pull that guns and that mask out

As a kid, I was raised in the traphouse

Like a rat throwing rocks throw a glass house