Onyx - Throw Ya Gunz [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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, Chyskillz 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

[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 shit on ya now
Chyskillz, 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 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

[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 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

[Hook]

[Outro:]
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