| Song | Throw Ya Gunz |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | Best Of Onyx |
| 作曲 : Tyrone Taylor/Fred Scruggs/Chylow M. Parker/Kirk Jones | |
| 作词 : Tyrone Taylor/Fred Scruggs/Chylow M. Parker/Kirk Jones | |
| 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 | |
| It's time to get live, live, live like a wire | |
| I set a whole choir on fire | |
| 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, you playas 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 | |
| Super on it 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Ahh, 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 | |
| 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 knife | |
| 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 | |
| We the motherfuckin' Onyx | |
| And we don't give a flyin' 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 piece |
| zuò qǔ : Tyrone Taylor Fred Scruggs Chylow M. Parker Kirk Jones | |
| zuò cí : Tyrone Taylor Fred Scruggs Chylow M. Parker Kirk Jones | |
| 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 | |
| It' s time to get live, live, live like a wire | |
| I set a whole choir on fire | |
| 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, you playas 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 | |
| Stickup' s assassin, traction new reaction | |
| These fuckin' niggaz shoulda made the All Madden | |
| Onyx is wreckin' shit, slip slide step quick | |
| Super on it 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 | |
| Uh oh, heads up, cause we' re droppin' some shit | |
| On your now shotskills, Onyx tec9 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Ahh, 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 | |
| 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 knife | |
| 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 | |
| We the motherfuckin' Onyx | |
| And we don' t give a flyin' 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 piece |