| Take em out, take em out, bring em out dead
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| Shine em up, shine em up, shine the bald head
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| One gun, two gun, three gun, four
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| You’re, mine, it’s all about crime
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| Onyx! |
| (echoes)
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| Verse One: Suave
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| It’s time to get live, live, live like a wire
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| I set a whole choir on fire (UHH!)
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| Well done, on the grill, shot skills kills
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| and no frills — they try to diss me? |
| They gettin crispy
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| Ha, ha hah hah, AND WE DO IT LIKE THIS
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| In fact, ?? |
| ?? |
| and jack Jack’s
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| Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care
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| Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear
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| Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction
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| These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the All Madden
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| Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick
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| ?? |
| ?? |
| Infinite that gets crashed like a rented
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| The shit they write is black and white; |
| well mines got mad color
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| Ain’t that right, my blood brother?
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| Word up, raise it up!
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| We do it with the crew that don’t give a fuck
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| So throw ya gunz in the air, throw ya gunz in the air
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| Buck buck like you don’t care
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| Verse Two: Fredro Starr
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| Uh-oh! |
| Heads up, cause we’re droppin some shit
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| On your now shot-skills, Onyx tec-9 for a while
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| Keep your eyes open in the fight, I’ma swell em The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I’ma sell em (sell em)
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| To all competition slide back then listen
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| I’m kickin all that, shit to the doormat
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| Claimin this domain, cause mad pains
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| Blood stains, long range — got gats!
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| Crazy clips, I sink ships, cuttin faces like a pirate
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| I’ve never caught a flood, for the mad shit that I did
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| Heard, you got the word so observe
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| I shatter and splatter bodies that blows and bust nerds, OPEN!
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| I always leave my barrel smokin
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| Throw ya gunz in the air
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| And buck buck like you just don’t care
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| Just throw ya gunz in the air
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| And buck buck like you just don’t care
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| Just throw ya gunz in the air
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| And buck buck like you just don’t care
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| Just throw ya gunz in the air
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| And buck buck like you just don’t care
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| Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz
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| Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die
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| Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie
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| Cause I’m havin a bad day, so stay out of my way
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| And what the pistol packin people say you better obey
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| Just in the nick of time, I commit the perfect crime
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| Rip my heart, from my chest, put it right into a rhyme 9YEAH!)
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| I don’t feel pain cause it’s all in the mind
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| And what’s — mines is mines and, yours is mine
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| Don’t fuckin blink or I’ma rob yo’ass blind
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| Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine
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| So what the plumber got boy buck buck buck buck
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| It’s like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G
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| I’m a bald head with a kinfe
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| I want your money or your life
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| So, so, so, so?
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| So throw ya gunz in the air
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| And buck buck like ya just don’t care
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| Just throw ya gunz in the air
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| And buck buck like you just don’t care
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| Just throw ya gunz in the air
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| And buck buck like you just don’t care
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| Just throw ya gunz in the air
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| And buck buck like you just don’t care
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| Outro:
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| We the motherfuckin Onyx!
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| And we don’t give a flying motherfuckin fuck
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| Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man
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| Fuck that, yo DS we comin man, we got the bail
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| We got the bail, we gonna break you out man
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| Fuck that, yeah!
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| We the fuck up out of this piec |