Verse one: suave

Its 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 jacks
Cause they can burn in [bad word] [bad word] for all that I care
Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear
Stick-ups assassin, traction new reaction
These [bad word] niggaz shoulda made the all madden
Onyx is wreckin [bad word]  slip slide step quick
? ? ? ? infinite that gets crashed like a rented
The [bad word] they write is black and white; well mines got mad color
Aint that right, my blood brother?
Word up, raise it up!
We do it with the crew that don't give a [bad word] 
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 were droppin some [bad word] On your now shot-skills, onyx tec-9 for a while
Keep your eyes open in the fight, ima swell em
The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits ima sell em (sell em)
To [bad word] slide back then listen
Im kickin all that, [bad word] 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
Ive never caught a flood, for the mad [bad word] 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 [bad word] guts, and I hope that you die
Sticky fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie
Cause Im 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, [bad word] 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 [bad word] blink or ima rob yo [bad word] blind
Onyx, is rippin [bad word]  I got the tech nine
So what the plumber got boy buck buck buck buck
Its like a catastrophe, [bad word] with me g
Im 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 [bad word] onyx!
And we don't give a flying [bad word] [bad word] Ay yo ds man we [bad word] get you out of jail man [bad word] that, yo ds [bad word] man, we got the bail
We got the bail, we gonna break you out man [bad word] that, yeah!
We the [bad word] up out of this piec