Throw Ya Gunz
by Onyx

Album: Bacdafucup (1992)
Charted: 81
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  • Take 'em up, 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

    It's time to get live, live, live like a wire
    I set a whole choir on fire (uh)
    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 (yeah)
    Beware the bald heads, the dreads dead if they there (ooh)
    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, raise it up
    We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck

    So throw your guns in the air
    Throw your guns in the air
    Buck-buck like you don't care

    Uh oh, heads up, 'cause we droppin' some shit on you now
    Chyskillz, Onyx, TEC-9 for a while
    Keep your eyes open in a fight, I'm a swell 'em
    The hardcore style, rowdy and 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, cut faces like a pirate
    I've never caught a slug for the mad shit that I did
    (Heard?) You got the word, so observe
    I shatter and splatter bodies and bones, then bust nerves
    (Open) I always leave my barrel smokin'

    Throw your guns in the air
    And buck, buck like you just don't care
    Just throw your guns in the air
    And buck, buck like you just don't care
    Just throw your guns in the air
    And buck, buck like you just don't care
    Just throw your guns in the air
    And buck, buck like you just don't care

    I hate your fuckin' guts, and I hope that you die (uh)
    Sticky Fingaz, the 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, you 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 (yeah)
    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 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

    Throw your guns in the air
    And buck-buck like you just don't care
    Just throw your guns in the air
    And buck-buck like you just don't care
    Just throw your guns in the air
    And buck-buck like you just don't care
    Just throw your guns in the air
    And buck-buck like you just don't care

    We the motherfuckin' Onyx
    (And we don't give a flying motherfuckin' fuck)
    Ayo, DS, man
    We gon' come get you out of jail man, fuck that
    (Ayo, Big DS, we comin,' man, we comin') We got the bail, we got the bail
    We gon', we gon' break you out man, fuck that
    (Yeah) We the fuck up out of this piece Writer/s: Chylow M Parker, Freddie Scruggs, Kirk Jones, Tyrone George Taylor
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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