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Take 'em up, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead) | Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine a bald head (head) | One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Take 'em up, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead) Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine a bald head (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 (uh) Well done on the grill, Chyskillz kills The no frills that try to diss me, they get crispy (Ha, ha-ha-ha, and we do it like this) And that, get back I attack tracks 'Cause they can burn in hell, shit, for all that I care (yeah) Beware the bald heads, the dreads dead if they there (ooh) Stick ups assassin, tracks a new reaction (These fuckin' niggas shoulda made the All-Madden) Onyx is wreckin' shit, slip slide step quick Super on the tenant, the kids crash like a rented The shit they write is black and white, well mine's got Mad color, ain't that right my blunt brother? Word up, raise it up We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck So throw your guns in the air Throw your guns in the air Buck-buck like you don't care Uh oh, heads up, 'cause we droppin' some shit on you now Chyskillz, Onyx, TEC-9 for a while Keep your eyes open in a fight, I'm a swell 'em The hardcore style, rowdy and 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, cut faces like a pirate I've never caught a slug for the mad shit that I did (Heard?) You got the word, so observe I shatter and splatter bodies and bones, then bust nerves (Open) I always leave my barrel smokin' Throw your guns in the air And buck, buck like you just don't care Just throw your guns in the air And buck, buck like you just don't care Just throw your guns in the air And buck, buck like you just don't care Just throw your guns in the air And buck, buck like you just don't care I hate your fuckin' guts, and I hope that you die (uh) Sticky Fingaz, the name and my life is a lie Plus I'm havin' a bad day, so stay outta 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 out my chest, put it right into a rhyme (yeah) 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'mma rob yo' ass blind Onyx is rippin' shit, I got the TEC-9 So what the bumbaclot, boy, buck-buck, buck-buck It's a catastrophe, fuckin' with me G I'm a bald head with a knife I want your money or your life So, so, so, so Throw your guns in the air And buck-buck like you just don't care Just throw your guns in the air And buck-buck like you just don't care Just throw your guns in the air And buck-buck like you just don't care Just throw your guns in the air And buck-buck like you just don't care We the motherfuckin' Onyx (And we don't give a flying motherfuckin' fuck) Ayo, DS, man We gon' come get you out of jail man, fuck that (Ayo, Big DS, we comin,' man, we comin') We got the bail, we got the bail We gon', we gon' break you out man, fuck that (Yeah) We the fuck up out of this piece
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