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  • 作词 : Tyrone Taylor/Fred Scruggs/Chylow M. Parker/Kirk Jones
    作曲 : Tyrone Taylor/Fred Scruggs/Chylow M. Parker/Kirk Jones
    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
    It's time to get live, live, live like a wire
    I set a whole choir on fire
    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, you playas Jack Jack's
    'Cause they can burn in hell **** for all that I care
    Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear
    Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction
    These ******' ****** shoulda made the All Madden
    Onyx is wreckin' ****, slip slide step quick
    Super on it infinite that gets crashed like a rented
    The **** 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 ****
    So throw ya gunz in the air
    Throw ya gunz in the air
    Buck, buck like you don't care
    Uh oh, heads up, cause we're droppin' some ****
    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
    To all competition slide back then listen
    I'm kickin' all that, **** 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 **** 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
    Ahh, I hate your ******' 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
    I don't feel pain 'cause it's all in the mind
    And what's, mines is mines and, yours is mine
    Don't ******' blink or I'ma rob yo' ass blind
    Onyx, is rippin' ****, I got the tech nine
    So what the plumber got boy buck, buck, buck, buck
    It's like a catastrophe, ******' with me G
    I'm a bald head with a knife
    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
    We the ************' Onyx
    And we don't give a flyin' ************' ****
    Ay yo, DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man
    **** that, yo DS we comin' man, we got the bail
    We got the bail, we gonna break you out man
    **** that, yeah, we the **** up out of this piece
  • 作词 : Tyrone Taylor/Fred Scruggs/Chylow M. Parker/Kirk Jones
    作曲 : Tyrone Taylor/Fred Scruggs/Chylow M. Parker/Kirk Jones
    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
    It's time to get live, live, live like a wire
    I set a whole choir on fire
    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, you playas Jack Jack's
    'Cause they can burn in hell **** for all that I care
    Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear
    Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction
    These ******' ****** shoulda made the All Madden
    Onyx is wreckin' ****, slip slide step quick
    Super on it infinite that gets crashed like a rented
    The **** 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 ****
    So throw ya gunz in the air
    Throw ya gunz in the air
    Buck, buck like you don't care
    Uh oh, heads up, cause we're droppin' some ****
    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
    To all competition slide back then listen
    I'm kickin' all that, **** 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 **** 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
    Ahh, I hate your ******' 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
    I don't feel pain 'cause it's all in the mind
    And what's, mines is mines and, yours is mine
    Don't ******' blink or I'ma rob yo' ass blind
    Onyx, is rippin' ****, I got the tech nine
    So what the plumber got boy buck, buck, buck, buck
    It's like a catastrophe, ******' with me G
    I'm a bald head with a knife
    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
    We the ************' Onyx
    And we don't give a flyin' ************' ****
    Ay yo, DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man
    **** that, yo DS we comin' man, we got the bail
    We got the bail, we gonna break you out man
    **** that, yeah, we the **** up out of this piece