Take em up, take em up, bring em up dead
       Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head
       One cut, two cut, three cut, four
       Your, mind, is on the ground
       Onyx! (echoes)

       Verse One:

       It's time to get live, live, live like a wire
       I set a whole choir on fire
       Rolled up on the grill shot skills skills
       In a frill, the crowd dissed me, they gettin crispy
       Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it like this
       (undecipherable)
       Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care
       You need a bald head the dreads dead as they fear
       Stick up assassin, shockin new reaction
       These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the whore madder
       Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick
       Slip on a clip (undecipherable)
       The shit they write is black and white, but mines got mad color
       Ain't that right, my bald brothers?
       Word up, raise it up, we're rollin with the crew that don't give a fuck

       So throw ya gunz in the air, throw ya gunz in the air
       Buck buck like you don't care

       Verse Two:

       Uh-oh, heads up! Cause we droppin some shit
       On your (undecipherable)
       Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'ma swell em
       The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I'ma sell em
       To all competition slide back then listen
       I'm kickin all that, shit to the doormat
       Claimin it's domain cause mad pains
       Blood stains, long range got gats!
       Crazy clips, I sink ships, cuttin 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 to buck nerves
       Open, I always leave my barrel smoking


       Throw ya gunz in the air
       And buck buck like you just don't care
       Just throw ya gunz in the air
       And buck buck like you just don't care
       Just throw ya gunz in the air
       And buck buck like you just don't care
       Just throw ya gunz in the air
       And buck buck like you just don't care

       Verse Three:

       Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die
       Sticky Fingers, the name, and my life is a lie
       Cause I'm havin a bad day, so stay out of 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, from my chest, throw it right into a rhyme
       Don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind
       And what's mines is mines, and what's yours is mine
       Don't fuckin blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
       Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine
       So what the farmers got boy buck buck buck buck
       It's like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G
       I'm a bald head with a kinfe, I want your money or your life
       So, so, so, so?

       So throw ya gunz in the air
       And buck buck like ya just don't care
       Just throw ya gunz in the air
       And buck buck like you just don't care
       Just throw ya gunz in the air
       And buck buck like you just don't care
       Just throw ya gunz in the air
       And buck buck like you just don't care

       Outtro:

       We're 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 bitch