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Onyx - Throw Ya Gunz lyrics
Intro: Take em up take em up bring em up dead Shine em up shine em up shine a bald head One cut two cut three cut four Your mind is on the ground Onyx! (echoes) Verse One: It's time to get live live live like a wire I set a whole choir on fire Rolled up on the grill shot skills skills In a frill the crowd dissed me they gettin crispy Ha ha hah hah and we do it like this (undecipherable) Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care You need a bald head the dreads dead as they fear Stick up assassin, shockin new reaction These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the whore madder Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick Slip on a clip (undecipherable) The shit they write is black and white, but mines got mad color Ain't that right, my bald brothers? Word up, raise it up, we're rollin 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: Uh-oh, heads up! Cause we droppin some shit On your (undecipherable) Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'ma swell em The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I'ma sell em To all competition slide back then listen I'm kickin all that, shit to the doormat Claimin it's 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 to buck nerves Open, I always leave my barrel smoking 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: Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die Sticky Fingers, 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, throw it right into a rhyme Don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind And what's mines is mines, and what's yours is mine Don't fuckin blink or I'ma rob your ass blind Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine So what the farmers 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 Outtro: We're 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 bitch |
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