Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Throw Ya Gunz, artist - Onyx. Album song Best Of Onyx, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Throw Ya Gunz |
Take em out, take em out, bring em out dead |
Shine em up, shine em up, shine the bald head |
One gun, two gun, three gun, four |
You’re, mine, it’s all about crime |
Onyx! |
(echoes) |
Verse One: Suave |
It’s time to get live, live, live like a wire |
I set a whole choir on fire (UHH!) |
Well done, on the grill, shot skills kills |
and no frills — they try to diss me? |
They gettin crispy |
Ha, ha hah hah, AND WE DO IT LIKE THIS |
In fact, ?? |
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and jack Jack’s |
Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care |
Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear |
Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction |
These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the All Madden |
Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick |
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Infinite that gets crashed like a rented |
The shit they write is black and white; |
well mines got mad color |
Ain’t that right, my blood brother? |
Word up, raise it up! |
We do it 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: Fredro Starr |
Uh-oh! |
Heads up, cause we’re droppin some shit |
On your now shot-skills, Onyx tec-9 for a while |
Keep your eyes open in the fight, I’ma swell em The hardcore style, rowdy n 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, 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 and bust nerds, OPEN! |
I always leave my barrel smokin |
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: Sticky Fingaz |
Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die |
Sticky Fingaz, 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, put it right into a rhyme 9YEAH!) |
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’ma rob yo’ass blind |
Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine |
So what the plumber 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 |
Outro: |
We the motherfuckin Onyx! |
And we don’t give a flying motherfuckin fuck |
Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man |
Fuck that, yo DS we comin 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 piec |