R.I.P. X-1 Onyx

TATEguru v.2K9 · **on:** July 06, 2007, 06:45:16 AM

R.I.P. X1 aka Sticky Fingaz's little brother from Onyx

http://allhiphop.com/blogs/news/archive/2007/07/05/18221025.aspx

Kid was nice on Shut Em Down Album:

Bobby Banks · **Reply #1 on:** July 06, 2007, 07:28:46 AM

DAM! i was a huge fan of his! Rip fam... Definately one of the most influential pioneers of that wile out era of hip hop. Them along with mop. Sad news.

TATEguru v.2K9 · **Reply #2 on:** July 06, 2007, 07:41:08 AM

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X-1 wild out, and make you watch this
'til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches f***in for free, is outta the quest'
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest

illmas · **Reply #3 on:** July 06, 2007, 08:08:25 AM

Hold ya Head up STICKY. r.i.p X1. its sad nigg* had to commited suicide

X be like...
Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips
WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit
Leavin' you ripped is totally sick
I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips
You on a curious a trip way out of your whack
Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?
Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck
Never know what to expect
Respect a hole in you chest
My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps
The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you
Off the top
Make money off of rocks
On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops
Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next
But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX
Wit' a ghetto type style
Heat for beef that we can settle right now
Street Niggaz

Hell YEAH!!! RIP DON

RearrangedReality · **Reply #4 on:** July 06, 2007, 09:11:37 AM

R.I.P X1

MrC The Rap God Almighty · **Reply #5 on:** July 06, 2007, 09:20:38 AM

ARGGGGGGHHHHH !!!!!!!

What the f*** man. This kid was one of my favourites yo.

This is f***ed up.

R.I.P.

All you crab niggaz, I don't even like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Thirty two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya loss
Die with the sacred cross, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our f***in' shit! f*** Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up at
Before my heart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple your boss, what?!!

Omero's Daddy · **Reply #6 on:** July 06, 2007, 11:51:33 AM

Damn... Thats really awful...