Artist: Onyx Album: All We Got Iz Us Song: Shout Typed by: john.mangal@consunet.nl, cecille64@verizon.net [Intro] Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight! OH NO NOT THEM HERE THEY COME! [Fredro Starr] Balheadz and gunz BLOAW! Do you wanna run say: "Aaah!" (Aaah!) Wich way did he go? You don't know You move too slow, boy you BLOW My style flows on you right here Where my Queens niggaz? (RIGHT HERE!) Is you out there? (YEAH!...YEAH!) [Sonsee] Just watch us walk this hit, and get ILL We won't gall, til we hear fifty bill So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up Rappers and routines, that make bricks [Sticky Fingaz] And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came frome And even if I left the... SLUM, I'll still be a hoodlum Cause good things come to those WHO TAKE 'EM And I'm fed up, if there was so much anxiety I gotta screeaam! (Aaah!) To let it all This frustration that's built up inside of me [Chorus: repeat 4X] Come on and scream (AAH!) And shout (OOH!), just let it all out (YEAH!) [Sonsee] These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse They keep comin' around like auto-reverse But then I shift THE WORST! We THE WORST, and then they heard But first da cut... then I bust they verse to quench my thirst [Sticky Fingaz] I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm broke So I'm searching for somebody to put in a chokehold And I can't wait to wrap my bare hands around they neck And SQUEEZE until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death [Sonsee] Yo, you smell that? [Fredro Starr] Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit I'm in affect like Woodtex A newer Tec from out da click Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken WHERE'S THE WEED I NEED? It is my vitamin, so light it Lincoln (HAH!) Reach for the sky, you won't survive, you won't get by, you gotta die This style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be We AFFICIAL NASTY! [Chorus] [Fredro Starr] When I was born, I never thought that I could be like that Growin up in the back block, sellin crack rocks Watch the BLACK cops, I PACK cock clocks and glock phat knots Nickel and dimes, petty crimes, packin plenty nines And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin' mine Faultless for ghetto minds, and FUCK DA ??? See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooks THEY GOT bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better This my better bottom of brother, word to mother! [Sonsee] Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it When all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis We just get it, wish your style is old and ? So burn up mo' money, cuz you gets no credit You want it? Here go Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo Bangin' M.C.'s, SO KEEP IT LIVE! Up in here I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--Most def, Most Def [Sticky Fingaz] Sticky Fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in chains Where I grew up, in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens, and my teams My pants bustin out the seams, wit this gun in my jeans Without it I wouldn't've lived this long In my wildest dreams, and I'm a STAR! All spotlights, police high beams! [Chorus] [Outro] Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop All City keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop