ONYX - Throw Ya Gunz (1993) (Produced by Chyskillz)


: ONYX - Bacdafucup (1993)



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[Intro: Onyx]
Take em up, take em out, bring em out dead
Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Youre mine, its all about crime
Onyx! Onyx!

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Its 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 mines got
Mad color, aint that right my blunt brother?
(Word up! Raze it up!
We do it with the crew that dont give a fuck!)

[Bridge: Onyx]
So throw ya gunz in the air
Throw ya gunz in the air
Buck buck like ya dont care

[Verse 2: Suavé]
Uh oh, heads up! Cause we droppin some shit on ya now
Chyskillz, Onyx, Tec-9 for a while
Keep ya eyes open in a fight, Im a swell em
The hardcore style, rowdy and wild hits Ima sell em (Sell em!)
To all competition slide back then listen
Im 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
Ive 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 and bust nerves
(Open!) I always leave my barrel smokin

[Chorus: Onyx]
Throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like ya just dont care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like ya just dont care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like ya just dont care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck buck like ya just dont care

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die (Uh!)
Sticky Fingaz name and my life is a lie
Plus Im havin a bad day so stay outta my way
(And what the pistol packin people say ya 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 dont feel pain cause it's all in the mind
And whats mines is mines, and yours is mine
Dont fuckin blink or Imma rob yo ass blind
Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the Tec-9
So what the bumba clot, boy, buck-buck, buck-buck
Its a ca tastrophe, fuckin with me G
Im a bald head with a knife
I want your money or your life
So, so, so, so

[Chorus: Onyx]
Throw ya gunz in the air
And buck-buck like ya just dont care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck-buck like ya just dont care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck-buck like ya just dont care
Just throw ya gunz in the air
And buck-buck like ya just dont care

[Outro: Sticky Fingaz, (Suavé), Fredro Starr]
We the motherfuckin Onyx!
(And we don't give a flying motherfuckin fuck)
Ayyo, DS, man, we gonna
Come get you out of jail man, fuck that
(Ayyo, Big DS, we comin, man, we comin)
We got the bail! We got the bail!
We gonna break you out man, fuck that
(Yeah!) We the fuck up out of this piece