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 dont 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 wont gall, til we hear fifty billSo grab a hoe, get a grib, its time to shake it upRappers and routines, that make bricks[sticky fingaz]And you couldnt 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 Im fed up, if there was so much things outta yaI gotta screeaam! (aaah!) to let it allIts frustration and its 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]Ive had mad money, but I spend it, now Im brokeSo Im searching for somebody to put in a choke holdAnd I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neckAnd squeeze until I *****in strangle em to death[sonsee]Yo, you smell that?[fredro starr]Yeah, thats me, Im the shitIm in affect like woodtexA newer tec from out da clickBecause my rhyme again, pass me my heinekenWheres the weed I need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)Reach for the sky, you move too far, you wont get by, you gotta jarThis style is a gimmick and you know that you cant 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, blocks sellin crackWatch the black cops, I pack ***** 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 ***** da ? ? ?See you rather run the streets and ***** 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 youll 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 wouldntve lived this longIn my wildest dreams, that Im a star!All spotlights, police have me![chorus][outro]Afficial nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya dont stopAll city keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya dont stopArmee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya dont stopOnyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya dont stop
