onyxWalkin down the street with my, glock in my hand\n\nNo safety, you know it and our guns don\'t jam\n\nKeep one in the hand and no need for cockin\n\nWhen niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin\n\n\n\n[Chorus 2X]\n\nFuck rap music, this is gun clap music\n\nFuck rap music, this is gun clap music\n\nFuck rap music, this is gun clap music\n\nLoad it up, cock it back and blast to it\n\n\n\n[Fredro Starr]\n\nYo, who shot ya?It\'s too late to try to operate\n\nHard escape through New York State\n\nIt\'s on killa, fuck all the niggaz that hate\n\nI can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate\n\nYour heartbeat breaklike a Kay Slay tape\n\nBust guns to this, raisin the crime rate\n\nNiggaz better blast when it\'s time to shoot\n\nNiggaz on the roof tryna blast at you\n\nSee me in the six coupe, twins engine\n\nSkiddin, murder scene left, God ridden\n\nNew guns, old guns, need to test those\n\nI burn, baby, burn like sniffinasbestos\n\nBust low, reload and stay low\n\nI twist more caps than the 40 oco\n\nBitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face\n\nThe way they play it in the club, it ain\'t safe\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n[Sonsee]\n\nA\'yo I\'m still not a hater but the heat\'ll spray ya\n\nSay hello to the bad guy, meet your creatorYour gone, locked down streets in blocks down east\n\nHopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef\n\nWith the boxpound heat, it\'s your option to die\n\nPoppin the nine at ten, then guns in the sky\n\nGrew up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto\n\nUp in the x-sincos with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal\n\nDrug raps through the PJ\'s, ki\'s and trees, now we payin DA\'s\n\nGettin paid from three ways\n\nWho wanna die?It won\'t cost you a dollar\n\nGet your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla\n\nMoney I\'m sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers\n\nAnd spit, you couldn\'t measure my fifth withsix rulers\n\nHold up killer, I\'m all about gettin loot\n\nAnd when I cock back duke I\'m givin glock tattoo\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n[Sticky Fingaz]\n\nSome say the bigger the gun, the more damage it do\n\nI say the smaller the pistol, the better it shoot\n\nI give a holla to my niggaz in warfare\n\nSticky don\'t care, if don\'t nobody else care\n\nAnd um, I\'m always quick to reach for the glock\n\nSo if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get shot\n\nIn these streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up\n\nForgive but don\'t forget your benz\'ll get wet up\n\nNiggaz come around frontin, don\'t believe \'em\n\nYou ain\'t no killer yoube layin there bleedin\n\nCause nigga you know me\n\nDon\'t make me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b\n\nAnd bitch niggaz don\'t blast back\n\nThey like ladies, they take their ice chains to the casket\n\nAnd since we all came from the hood\n\nGot our name from the hood and our game from the hood\n\nI think it\'s time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood\n\nBe real to our hood\n\nAnd if we don\'t we\'ll have a race of babiesThat\'ll take 380\'s to school and get crazy\n\nAnd to my sons tryna make ones\n\nSellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes\n\nAnd to my real thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz\n\nBut keep ya guns up\n\n\n\n[Chorus] clap, fuck, gun, music, onyx, original, rap, triggernometry