Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shout, artist - Onyx. Album song All We Got Iz Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.10.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Def Jam Records release;
Song language: English
Shout |
Aaaiight… aaaiight…aaaiight…aaaiight! |
OH NO NOT THEM HITTIN’CHROME! |
Balheadz and gunz BLOAW! |
Do you wanna run say: Aaah! |
(Aaah!) |
Wich way did he go? |
You don’t know |
You move too slow, boy you BLOW |
My style flows on you right here |
Where my Queens niggaz? |
(RIGHT HERE!) |
Is you out there? |
(YEAH…YEAH!) |
Just watch us walk this hit, and get ILL |
We won’t gall, til we hear fifty bill |
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it’s time to shake it up Rappers and routines, that make bricks |
And you couldn’t make me forget about, where I came frome |
And even if I left… SNOW, I still be a hoodlum |
Cuz good dayz come to those WHO TAKE 'EM |
And I’m fed up, if there was so much things outta ya I gotta screeaam! |
(Aaah!) To let it all |
It’s frustration and it’s filled up inside a me! |
Come on and scream (AAH!) |
And shout (OOH!), just let it all out (YEAH!) |
These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse |
They keep comin’around like auto-reverse |
But then I shift THE WORST! |
We THE WORST, and then they heard |
But first da cut-- Then I bust they verse to quince (?) my fears |
I’ve had mad money, but I spend it, now I’m broke |
So I’m searching for somebody to put in a choke hold |
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neck |
And SQUEEZE until I fuckin’strangle 'em to death |
Yo, you smell that? |
Yeah, that’s me, I’m the shit |
I’m in affect like Woodtex |
A newer Tec from out da click |
Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken |
WHERE’S THE WEED I NEED? |
It is my vitamin, so light it Lincoln (HAH!) |
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won’t get by, you gotta jar |
This style is a gimmick and you know that you can’t be, what we be We AFFICIAL NAST! |
When I was born, I never thought that I could be like that |
? |
up on their BACK, block’s sellin’CRACK |
Watch the BLACK cops, I PACK cock clocks and glock phat knots |
Nigga in Dawn Paddy crimes, like I play nines |
And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin’mine |
Faultless for ghetto minds, and FUCK DA ??? |
See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooks |
THEY GOT bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and Deffer and better |
This my better bottom of brother, word to mother! |
Mo’niggaz grab the mics, talkin''bout they gonna set it When all the rounds you’ll make is fake and synthesis |
We just get it, wish your style is old and? |
So burn up mo’money, cuz you gets no credit |
You want it? |
Here go Nigga know that you own me, or me gon’be on da street dealo |
Bangin’M.C.'s, SO KEEP IT LIVE! |
Up in here |
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--Most def, Most Def |
Sticky Fingaz, I earn money for walkin’in chains |
Where I grew up, in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens, and my teams |
My pants is bustin’out the scene, is what this gun in my teens |
Without it I wouldn’t’ve lived this long |
In my wildest dreams, that I’m a STAR! |
All spotlights, police have me! |
Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop |
All City keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop |
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop |
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop |