Throw Ya Gunz

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Take 'em out, take 'em out

Bring 'em out dead

Shine 'em up, shine 'em up

Shine the bald head

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You're, mine, it's all about crime, Onyx

(Fredro Starr)It's time to get live, live

Live like a wire

I set a whole choir on fire

Well done, on the grill, shot skills kills

The no frills that try to diss me

They get crispy

Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it like this

And that, get back I attack tracks

Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care

Beware the bald heads

The dreads dead if they there

Stick ups assassin, tracks a new reaction

These fuckin niggas shoulda made the All-Madden!

Onyx is wrecking shit

Slip slide step quick

Super on the tenant, the kids crash like a rented

The shit they write is black and white

Well mine's got mad color

Ain't that right my blunt brother?!

Word up, raise it up

We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck

So throw ya guns in the air

Throw ya guns in the air

Buck buck like ya don't care

(Suave)Uh oh, heads up

Cause we droppin some shit on ya now

Chyskillz, Onyx, Tec-9 for a while

Keep ya eyes open in a fight, I'ma swell em

The hardcore style, rowdy and wild hits I'ma sell em

To all competition slide back then listen

I'm kickin all that shit to the doormat

Claimin this domain, cause mad pains

Bloodstains, long range, got gats

Crazy clips, I sink ships, cut faces like a pirate

I'm never caught or sought

For the mad shit that I did

Heard? You got the word so observe

I shatter and splatter bodies and bones

And bust nerves, open

I always leave my barrel smokin

Throw ya guns in the air

And buck, buck like you just don't care

Just throw ya guns in the air

And buck, buck like you just don't care

Just throw ya guns in the air

And buck, buck like you just don't care

Just throw ya guns in the air

And buck, buck like you just don't care

(Sticky Fingaz)I hate your fuckin guts

And I hope that you die

Sticky Fingaz' my name and my life is a lie

Plus I'm havin a bad day

So stay outta my way

And what the pistol packin people say ya better obey

Just in the nick of time

I commit the perfect crime

Rip my heart out my chest

Put it right into a rhyme

I don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind

And what's mines is mines, and yours is mine

Don't fucking blink or I'mma rob yo' ass blind

Onyx, is ripping shit, I got the Tec-9

So what the bumba clot boy buck-buck-buck-buck

It's a catastrophe, fuckin with me G.

I'm a bald head with a knife

I want your money or your life

So, so, so, so

Throw ya guns in the air

And buck, buck like you just don't care

Just throw ya gunz in the air

And buck, buck like you just don't care

Just throw ya gunz in the air

And buck, buck like you just don't care

Just throw ya gunz in the air

And buck, buck like you just don't care

We the motherfuckin Onyx

And we don't give a flying motherfucking fuck

Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man

Fuck that, yo DS we coming man, we got the bail

We got the bail, we gonna break you out man

Fuck that, yeah

We the fuck up out of this piece