Onyx "Bring 'Em Out Dead" |
[Intro: Sticky Fingaz] Where my wolves at? Yeah Put your hoodies on, keep your face down low Anything shining, take that shit Give a fuck, we in the bar Niggas, bitches, let's go! [Fredro Starr] A-yo, set it off, let it off, get it off Get this shit wild like thugs from up north Fights in the crowd, the shots'll jump off Body's on the floor, blood on the dance floor Get stuck at the bar, get robbed at the door Dropped off at the coat tag door, take it off Get down, face down to the ground Kill 'em for their doe like Po from uptown Cut your finger off, send it to your moms house Never testify no matter how it goes down When I buck shots you niggas'll duck down Run up on your block, you nigga's get shut down Give it up, you don't want to try to resist Before I hit you off, you don't wanna die for this Un-unh, so we gon load our guns to this Black mask; face down, motherfuckers gettin robbed to this [Chorus 2x] Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead One gun, two gun, three to the head [Sonsee] Shots'll spill, niggas think it's not for real Make your body disappear like Copper field No funeral's, no waste no doctor bills A lot of nigga's ain't kickin shit I can feel Getting' it down real big, that's what we doin Give 'em the most raw, that's what we doin The game gun understand, the world gun understand These nigga's is gun in hand, you die for these grand Shot's from the magnum, killin the gats, swagger You got it back, stab ya, with your own dagger My sons take your 6, rope you in the closet (Were hot one's!) The one's that probably even pump the cops up We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealing Appealing, some loud nigga's, thugs can feel us And my Brooklyn killers, and my project nigga's And my brother's locked down in the jails can feel it [Chorus] [Sticky Fingaz] If I don't eat, fuck that everybody starve Takin' airplay like it's phone time in Oz Motherfucker, I'll kidnap all your kids Before I had a record deal, what you thought I did? Last job I had I was punching a clock Last nigga's that I tied up was up at Koch I ain't even need a mask, I ain't bust one shot Made 'em wire me my money right there in the spot That's a Cartier watch, nigga take that off That's a iced out cross, what! Take that off Know what'd happen to your daughter, I don't make that call? Better take me to the bank and get your face clapped off Hottest nigga in the club cause I got the heat So what boy one gun mocks wit me! So step up young'n, show me you gon do We got big guns nigga that go "boom boom boom!" [Chorus 4x] Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |