Onyx – Shoot Wit (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Onyx - Shoot Wit (prod. Fredro Starr)

Hip hop group, Onyx premieres the music video for the Fredro Starr-produced “Shoot Wit” track. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Onyx Shoot Wit
Onyx Shoot Wit

Onyx – Shoot Wit (prod. Fredro Starr)

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Lyrics

Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with

Put your hand, put your hand, put your hand, put your hand

Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with

Yeah, yo
I’m a threat to society, a nigga that can read and write
We all stress-smoking weed at night
Playing corners is for gonners, niggas is from the pawn us with guns [?]
Draw on us, that’s why we keep it honest

Sippin with the metal got me sleeping with the devil
Creepin in the ghetto, shit gets deeper than the shovel
Some niggas get deported, some niggas just get extorted
Don’t get it distorted, 30 shots to get exported (PRAAAAAAAA)

Fuck Balenciagas and dirty Billy Bottegas
The crib at Valencia palace, I’m in Vegas
Pain ain’t the villain (uh)
Ain’t it the feeling to have penicillin’s
Playing with your children

A master mathematics
Smashed on craftmatics
The cashmatics niggas got flashy cash habits
I don’t flash if you flash, a plasmatic
The cash that’ll crash the porsche

Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand, put your hand, put your hand, put your hand
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with

I done seen so much death in the last fucking year
That I’m wondering who’s next, why evil still here?
I’m half deaf, the gun went [?]
Forget everything and run
That’s the reason of fear

Poppa music on the phone, they got it on cell
Locked in your phone nigga, that’s why they call it a cell
Got caught with a burner, thought it was straight to jail
But they couldn’t charge you with a felony
Got ate the shells, hate the 12th
Broke nigga, break yourself
Hot gun on your forehead, your face should melt
Half the illest shit I did, I can’t even mention
Statute of limitations [?]

I come dressed up like UPS
Have your whole family zip tied at your address (YES)
And I don’t hate you, if that’s what you’re thinking
But if you were on fire and I had water, I’d drink it

Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand, put your hand, put your hand, put your hand
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with

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