Chysk**z - Throw Ya Gunz lyrics

[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 Your mind is all about crime Onyx [Verse 1: Fredo Starr] It's time to get live, live, live like a wire I set a whole choir on fire Well done on the grill, Chysk**z k**s The no frills that try to diss me, they get crispy Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it like this And that, get back I attack tracks Cause they can burn in hell sh** for all that I care Beware the bald heads, the dreads dead if they there Stick ups a**a**in, tracks a new reaction These f**in n***as shoulda made the All-Madden! Onyx is wrecking sh**, slip slide step quick Super on the tenant, the kids crash like a rented The sh** 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 f** [Bridge] So throw ya guns in the air, throw ya guns in the air Buck buck like ya don't care [Verse 2: Suave] Uh oh heads up cause we droppin some sh** on ya now Chysk**z, Onyx, Tec-9 for a while Keep ya eyes open in a fight, I'm a swell em The hardcore style, rowdy and wild hits I'ma sell em To all competition slide back then listen I'm kickin all that sh** to the doormat Claimin this domain, cause mad pains, bloodstains, long range Got gats, crazy clips, I sink ships, cut faces like a pirate I'm never caught or sought for the mad sh** 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 [Hook] Throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don't care [Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] I hate your f**in guts and I hope that you die Sticky Fingaz' my 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 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. I don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind And what's mines is mines, and yours is mine Don't f**ing blink or I'mma rob yo' a** blind Onyx, is ripping sh**, I got the Tec-9 So what the bumba clot boy buck-buck-buck-buck It's a catastrophe, f**in with me G. I'm a bald head with a knife I want your money or your life So, so, so, so [Hook] [Outro:] We the motherf**in Onyx And we don't give a flying motherf**ing f** Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man f** that, yo DS we coming man, we got the bail We got the bail, we gonna break you out man f** that, yeah We the f** up out of this piece