[Onyx]
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 mind is all about crime
Onyx! 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, Chyskillz 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 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! Raze it up!
We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck
[ Onyx]
So throw ya guns in the air
Throw ya guns in the air
Buck buck like ya don’t care
[Suavé]
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’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’
[Onyx]
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 it's all in the mind
And what’s mines is mines, and yours is mine
Don't fuckin’ blink or I'mma rob yo' ass blind
Onyx, is rippin’ 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…
[Onyx]
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
[ Big DS]
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
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