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! (echoes)
Verse One: Suave
It's time to get live, live, live like a wire I set a whole choir on fire (UHH!) Well done, on the grill, shot skills kills and no frills - they try to diss me? They gettin crispy Ha, ha hah hah, AND WE DO IT LIKE THIS In fact, ?? ?? and jack Jack's Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the All Madden Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick ?? ?? Infinite that gets crashed like a rented The shit they write is black and white; well mines got mad color Ain't that right, my blood brother? Word up, raise it up! We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck
So throw ya gunz in the air, throw ya gunz in the air Buck buck like you don't care
Verse Two: Fredro Starr
Uh-oh!! Heads up, cause we're droppin some shit On your now shot-skills, Onyx tec-9 for a while Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'ma swell em The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I'ma sell em (sell em) To all competition slide back then listen I'm kickin all that, shit to the doormat Claimin this domain, cause mad pains Blood stains, long range - got gats! Crazy clips, I sink ships, cuttin faces like a pirate I've never caught a flood, for the mad shit that I did Heard, you got the word so observe I shatter and splatter bodies that blows and bust nerds, OPEN! I always leave my barrel smokin
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 Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care
Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz
Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie Cause I'm havin a bad day, so stay out of my way And what the pistol packin people say you better obey Just in the nick of time, I commit the perfect crime Rip my heart, from my chest, put it right into a rhyme 9YEAH!) I don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind And what's - mines is mines and, yours is mine Don't fuckin blink or I'ma rob yo' ass blind Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine So what the plumber got boy buck buck buck buck It's like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G I'm a bald head with a kinfe I want your money or your life So, so, so, so?
So throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like ya 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
Outro:
We the motherfuckin Onyx! And we don't give a flying motherfuckin fuck Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man Fuck that, yo DS we comin 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 piec Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
