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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Onyx
Onyx
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chylow Parker
Chylow Parker
Songwriter
Tyrone Taylor
Tyrone Taylor
Composer
Fred Scruggs
Fred Scruggs
Songwriter
Kirk Jones
Kirk Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chyskillz
Chyskillz
Producer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine a 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 (uh) Well done on the grill shot skills kills and no frills They try to diss me? They gettin' 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 dread's dead if they there (uh) Stick ups assassin, track's a new reaction These fuckin' niggas should've 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 br-brother Word up, raise it up, we do it with the crew that don't give a fuck 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 droppin' some shit On you now Chyskillz, 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 (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 cuttin' 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 and bust nerves 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 I hate your fuckin' guts and I hope that you die Sticky Fingaz 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 out my chest put it right into a line (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'ma rob yo' ass blind Onyx is rippin' shit, I got the TEC-9 So what the bomboclaat, boy, buck buck, buck buck It's like a 'tastrophe, fuckin with me, G I'm a bald head with a knife I want your money or your life 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 motherfuckin' Onyx And we don't give a flying motherfuckin' fuck Ay yo, DS, man, we gonna come get you out of jail, man fuck that (Yeah, here we go) big DS, we comin' man, we got the bail We coming, baby (We got the bail) We gonna break you out man, fuck that (yeah) We the fuck up out of this piece
Writer(s): Tyrone Taylor, Kirk Jones, Fred Jr. Scruggs, Chylow M. Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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