作曲 : Jones, Parker, Scruggs, Taylor
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
(Fredro Starr)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
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 shit for all that I care
Beware the bald heads
The dreads dead if they there
Stick ups assassin, tracks a new reaction
These fuckin niggas shoulda made the All-Madden!
Onyx is wrecking 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 blunt brother?!
Word up, raise it up
We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck
So throw ya guns in the air
Throw ya guns in the air
Buck buck like ya don't care
(Suave)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, I'ma 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 shit 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 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 guns in the air
And buck, buck like you just don't care
Just throw ya guns in the air
And buck, buck like you just don't care
Just throw ya guns in the air
And buck, buck like you just don't care
Just throw ya guns in the air
And buck, buck like you just don't care
(Sticky Fingaz)I hate your fuckin 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 fucking blink or I'mma rob yo' ass blind
Onyx, is ripping shit, I got the Tec-9
So what the bumba clot boy buck-buck-buck-buck
It's 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
Throw ya guns 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
We the motherfuckin Onyx
And we don't give a flying motherfucking fuck
Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man
Fuck that, yo DS we coming 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