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onyx - gun clap music (original) lyrics

[intro: sticky fingaz & fredro starr]
i was gonna bring my gun to the studio
but my sh+t couldn’t fit in the car
yo, son, yo+yo, son, just check this out
we got that big sh+t, n+gga
yo+yo, check this sh+t [?] out right here
i just [?] this sh+t right here, son
this sh+t right here, there’s some new sh+t, look+look+look
haha, in the media says rap promote violence
of course, it does
yeah, we’re the reason why kids are taking guns in school
blame it on us

[chorus: sticky fingaz, fredro starr & sticky fingaz]
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
load it up, c+ck it back and blast to it
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
load it up, c+ck it back and blast to it

[verse 1: fredro starr]
yo, who shot ya? it’s too late to try to operate
hard escape through new york state
it’s on k!lla, f+ck all the n+ggas that hate
i can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate
your heartbеat break like a kay slay tape bust
guns to this, raisin thе crime rate
n+ggas better blast when it’s time to shoot
n+ggas on the roof tryna blast at you
see me in the six coupe, twins engine
skiddin’, murder scene left, god ridden
new guns, old guns, need to test those
i burn, baby, burn like sniffin’ asbestos
bust low, reload and stay low
i twist more caps than the 40 oco
b+tches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
the way they play it in the club, it ain’t safe
listen
[chorus: sticky fingaz, fredro starr & sticky fingaz]
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
load it up, c+ck it back and blast to it
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
load it up, c+ck it back and blast to it

[verse 2: sonsee]
aiyyo, i’m still not a hater, but the heat’ll spray ya
say h+llo to the bad guy, meet your creator
your gone, locked down streets in blocks down east
hopped out jeeps, knocked out t++th and chopped down beef
with the boxpound heat, it’s your option to die
poppin’ the nine at ten, then guns in the sky
grew up in the stuy, peace to every ghetto
up in the x+sincos with my n+ggas from queens wit heavy metal
drug raps through the pj’s, ki’s and trees
now we payin da’s, gettin’ paid from three ways
who wanna die? it won’t cost you a dollar
get your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla
money i’m sick, keep puttin’ clips in them rugers
and spit, you couldn’t measure my fifth with six rulers
hold up, k!lla, i’m all about gettin’ loot
and when i c+ck back duke, i’m givin’ glock tattoos
[chorus: sticky fingaz, fredro starr & sticky fingaz]
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
load it up, c+ck it back and blast to it
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
load it up, c+ck it back and blast to it

[verse 3: sticky fingaz]
some say the bigger the gun, the more damage it do
i say the smaller the pistol, the better it shoot
i give a holla to my n+ggas in warfare
sticky don’t care, if don’t n0body else care
and um, i’m always quick to reach for the glock
so if you run up in my spot, motherf+ckers get shot
in these streets n+ggas drivin’ fives gettin’ set up
forgive, but don’t forget your benz’ll get wet up
n+ggas come around frontin’, don’t believe ’em
you ain’t no k!ller, you be layin’ there bleedin’
’cause, n+gga, you know me
don’t make me blast you up and sn+tch your ass out the b
and b+tch n+ggas don’t blast back
they like ladies—they take their ice chains to the casket
and since we all came from the hood
got our name from the hood and our game from the hood
i think it’s time to k!ll for our good
time to heal our hood, be real to our hood
and if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
that’ll take 380’s to school and get crazy
and to my sons tryna make ones
sellin’ cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes
and to my real thugs get up
i know you fed up, n+ggas, but keep ya guns up
[chorus: sticky fingaz, fredro starr & sticky fingaz]
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
load it up, c+ck it back and blast to it
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
load it up, c+ck it back and blast to it

[outro: sticky fingaz, fredro starr & sticky fingaz]
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
load it up, c+ck it back and blast to it
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music
f+ck rap music, this is gun clap music

- onyx lyrics

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