ONYX – THROW YA GUNZ

Lyrics

Intro:
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! (echoes)
Verse One: Suave
It's time to get live, live, live like a wire
I set a whole choir on fire (UHH!)
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, ?? ?? and jack Jack's
Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care
Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear
Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction
These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the All Madden
Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick
?? ?? Infinite that gets crashed like a rented
The shit 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 fuck
So throw ya gunz in the air, throw ya gunz in the air
Buck buck like you don't care
Verse Two: Fredro Starr
Uh-oh!! Heads up, cause we're droppin some shit
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 (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 flood, for the mad shit 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
Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz
Ahhh, I hate your fuckin 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 9YEAH!)
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 tech nine
So what the plumber got boy buck buck buck buck
It's like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G
I'm a bald head with a kinfe
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
Outro:
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, yo DS we comin man, we got the bail
We got the bail, we gonna break you out man
Fuck that, yeah!
We the fuck up out of this piec

Paroles (Traduction)

Introduction :
Sortez-les, sortez-les, amenez-les morts
Faites-les briller, faites-les briller, faites briller la tête chauve
Un pistolet, deux pistolets, trois pistolets, quatre
Tu es mien, tout est une question de crime
Onyx! (échos)
Couplet un : Suave
Il est temps d'être vivant, vivant, vivant comme un fil
J'ai mis tout un chœur en feu (UHH!)
Bien fait, sur le gril, des compétences de tir tuent
et sans fioritures - ils essaient de me critiquer ? Ils deviennent croustillants
Ha, ha hah hah, ET NOUS LE FAISONS COMME ÇA
En fait, ?? ?? et jack Jack's
Parce qu'ils peuvent brûler en enfer, je m'en fiche
Méfiez-vous de la tête chauve, la terreur a dit qu'ils ont peur
Braquages, assassin, réaction nouvelle
Ces putains de négros auraient dû être dans le All Madden
Onyx déchire tout, glisse rapidement
?? ?? Infini qui se fait crasher comme une voiture de location
Ce qu'ils écrivent est en noir et blanc ; le mien a beaucoup de couleurs
N'est-ce pas, mon frère de sang ?
Word up, lève-le !
On le fait avec l'équipe qui s'en fout
Alors jette tes flingues en l'air, jette tes flingues en l'air
Boum boum comme si tu t'en fichais
Couplet deux : Fredro Starr
Uh-oh !! Attention, car on balance de la merde
Sur vos compétences de tir, Onyx tec-9 depuis un moment
Gardez les yeux ouverts dans le combat, je vais les enflammer
Le style hardcore, bruyant et sauvage, je vais les vendre
À toute concurrence, reculez et écoutez
Je balance tout ça, merde sur le paillasson
Revendiquant ce domaine, car beaucoup de douleurs
Taches de sang, à longue portée - j'ai des fl

Thématique Retour aux sources

Style Rap hardcore

Keywords Années 90, Rap hardcore

Entités normées New York, Onyx