onyx - throw ya gunz (uncensored)

titel Offical Onyx Lyrics: Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead, dead Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine a bald head, head One gun, two gun, three gun, four You're mine, it's all about crime Onyx Fredro: It's time to get live, live, live like a wire I set a whole choir on fire Well done on the grill, Chyskillz kills the no frills that try to diss me They get crispy, ha ha ha ha, 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 niggaz shoulda made the All Madden Onyx is wreckin 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 Sonsee: Uh oh heads up cause we droppin some shit on ya now Chyskillz, Onyx, Tek-9 for a while Keep ya eyes open in a fight, I'm a 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 Chorus: Throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya 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 that'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 TEC-9 So what the bumbaclot? 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 Chorus: Throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya 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 piece

Channel: Music
Uploaded: November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am
Author: undertakerKane32

Length: 03:32
Rating: 5.00
Views: 13543

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