Throw Ya Gunz

Take em up, take em out, bring em out dead Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head One gun, two gun, three gun, four Your, mine, it's all about crime Onyx 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 And no frills - they try to diss me, they getting crispy Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it like this In fact, you players jack Jack's Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care Beware the bald head the dread said if they dare Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction These fucking niggas shoulda made the All-Madden! Onyx is wrecking shit, slip-slide step quick Super on it infinite that gets crashed like a rented The shit they write is black and white; well mine's 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 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 Heads up, cause we're dropping some shit On your now shot-skills, Onyx Tec-9 for a while Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'mma swell em The hardcore style, rowdy-n-wild, hits I'mma sell em To all competition slide back then listen I'm kicking all that, shit to the doormat Claiming this domain, cause mad pains Blood stains, long range - cock gats! Crazy clips, I sink ships, cutting 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 smoking 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 Ah, I hate your fucking guts, and I hope that you die Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie Cause I'm having a bad day, so stay out of my way And we're the pistol packing people, so 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 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 like a catastrophe, fucking 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 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 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