Onyx

Onyx - Throw Ya Gunz songtekst

Je score:

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
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Chylow Parker, Fredro Scruggs Jr., Kirk Jones, Tyrone Taylor (2)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1993

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Bacdafucup (1993)

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