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
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