ONYX - Shout Lyrics

[intro]Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!Oh no not them hittin' chrome![fredro starr]Balheadz and gunz bloaw!Do you wanna run say: aaah! (aaah!)Wich way did he go? you don't knowYou move too slow, boy you blowMy style flows on you right hereWhere my queens niggaz? (right here!)Is you out there? (yeah!...yeah!)[sonsee]Just watch us walk this hit, and get illWe won't gall, til we hear fifty billSo grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it upRappers and routines, that make bricks[sticky fingaz]And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came fromeAnd even if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlumCuz good dayz come to those who take 'emAnd I'm fed up, if there was so much things outta yaI gotta screeaam! (aaah!) to let it allIt's frustration and it's filled up inside a me![chorus]Come on and scream (aah!)And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)(4x)[sonsee]These m.c.'s shoulda rehearseThey keep comin' around like auto-reverseBut then I shift the worst!We the worst, and then they heardBut first da cut-- then I bust they verse to quince(? ) my fears[sticky fingaz]I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm brokeSo I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke holdAnd I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neckAnd squeeze until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death[sonsee]Yo, you smell that? [fredro starr]Yeah, that's me, I'm the shitI'm in affect like woodtexA newer tec from out da clickBecause my rhyme again, pass me my heinekenWhere's the weed I need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you gotta jarThis style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we beWe afficial nast![chorus][fredro starr]When I was born, I never thought that I could be like that? up on their back, block's sellin' crackWatch the black cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat knotsNigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I play ninesAnd odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin' mineFaultless for ghetto minds, and fuck da ? ? ? See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooksThey got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and betterThis my better bottom of brother, word to mother![sonsee]Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set itWhen all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesisWe just get it, wish your style is old and ? So burn up mo' money, cuz you gets no creditYou want it? here goNigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealoBangin' m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in hereI swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, most def[sticky fingaz]Sticky fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in chainsWhere I grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my teamsMy pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teensWithout it I wouldn't've lived this longIn my wildest dreams, that I'm a star!All spotlights, police have me![chorus][outro]Afficial nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stopAll city keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stopArmee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stopOnyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
 

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