Onyx ft. Papoose, Cormega - The Tunnel Lyrics

Yeah!, yeah we take niggas back
You know what im saying? It's sunday night
Westside Highway 27th and 12th avenue
The notorious
Home of the jux, home of the robbery
Home of the bodies
The illest club in New York the Tunnel

Yo! Let's take it back to the tunnel
Where the hoods will run upon you
For the jux son
As soon as they play "Shook Ones"
The wars of Brooklyn
Always roll deep "Who Shot Ya"
Somebody getting rocked to sleep
Security making take your Timbs
Off in the winter
Had to walk through the metal
Detectors before you enter
When you get inside, might be a homicide
With that New York Hip Hop
Somebody might get shot
This is where they snatch jewels
Razors splash you
Flex screaming out in the club
Don't let em gas you
Niggas taking pictures of money you know
Cash rules
Bitches giving head in the unisex bathroom
This is hell where the criminals dwell
Half the goons in the club
Just got home from jail
Other half couldn't come
Cause they couldn't make bail
It's colder than westside
+It Ain't Hard to Tell+ in The Tunnel

The Tunnel (Let's take it back)
Let's take it back to The Tunnel
(Let's take it way, way back)

Posted up, goons ferocious
Jewels cold as fuck
Those who dream about scheming, we woke em up
My Fort Greene niggas was
Born to squeeze triggas
My Queen's regime was at
The bar deep chillin'
The tunnel was the place for
All the street niggas
You know it's real, you can go in there
See people you know from jail home at last
Hold the stacks and throw a hand
Moments of silence, Big L was always there
And Chris Lighty ran The Tunnel
He was the man
I seen Diddy by out the bar and shut it down
Please believe
Free and Nitty didn't fuck around
I walk the crowd with timbs on
Because my style
It's New York to the fullest, we don't bow
All these dudes who want the crown
Are fuckin' clowns the Tunnel was proof
Street niggas run this town!

Sticking niggas at The Tunnel was
How I used to eat soon as you set foot
On that cobblestone street
And this is the same spot
Where Hype shot Belly you could get popped
End up getting shot in your belly
Come through stuntin' like your ass is bad
You'll get juxed up
Send out in a plastic bag
This the grimiest club in the whole city
I'm talking stick up kids, murderers, NYPD
Westside the 26th down to
Block from the projects
Just walk in to The Tunnel
You get shot up and Carjacked
I party with killers, rapers, and lifers
If it wasn't for the bitches you
Would think it was Rikers
This back when, I never smiled a lot
Was on my NY State of mind shit
Around the clock
And it wasn't just niggas from NYC
It was CT, DC, VA, PA, NC, LI, MD, NJ
At The Tunnel!

Sticky, Mega, and Fredro Starr
Black ski masks, hoodies and crowbars
Hip Hop purists, prestige lyrical flow gods
Grew up in the tunnel we
Came here to expose y'all
To the most dangerous night club
In the whole world unemployed, ex-con
Thugs thuggin' with no job
Chains snatchers
Stick up killers who came to gold rob
Pocket knife Gem Star boxcutters
To blow y'all
Drug trafficking coke, pills, and hydro jars
Fly diva hoodrat dime bitches with no drawers
Fingerwaves, braids and shades
Giving out blowjobs
Rap around the corner the tunnel
Line was so long
Skip everybody, Brooklyn niggas was so strong
The ice grill era
Face bite and get stoled on
Punch you in the face and give
You a fuckin' nose job
These bougie clubs and day
Parties control y'all
The real recognize the real we
Don't even know y'all