Lyrics Bring 'Em Out Dead - Onyx

Bring 'Em Out Dead

Where my wolves at?
Yeah, put your hoodies on
Keep your face down low
Anything shinin', take that shit
Give a fuck, we in the bar
Niggas, bitches, let’s go!
Aiyyo, set it off, let it off, get it off (Yeah!)
Get this shit wild like thugs from up north (Yeah!)
Fights in the crowd, the shots’ll jump off (Yeah!)
Body’s on the floor, blood on the dance floor
Get stuck at the bar, get robbed at the door
Cracked off at the coat tag door, take it off
Get down, face down to the ground
Kill 'em for their dough like Po from uptown (Yeah!)
Cut your finger off, send it to your moms house (Yeah!)
Never testify no matter how it goes down (Yeah!)
When I bark shots you niggas’ll duck down (What!)
Run up on your block, you niggas get shut down (Yeah!)
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
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
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
Shots’ll spill, niggas think it’s not for real (Huh?!)
Make your body disappear like Copperfield (Yeah!)
No funeral’s, no wake, no doctor bills (Uhn uhn)
A lot of niggas ain’t kickin' shit I can feel (C'mon!)
We gettin' it down real big, that’s what we doin'
Give 'em the most raw, that’s what we doin'
The game gon' understand, the world gon' understand
These niggas is gun in hand, you die for these grand
Shot’s from the mac ugh, killin' he got swag
You got it back, stab ya, with your own dagger
My sons take your six, you in (What hot one’s?)
The one’s that probably even pump the cops
We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealin'
Or peelin', some loud niggas, thugs can feel it
And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas
And my brother’s locked down in the jails can feel it
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
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
If I don’t eat, fuck that, everybody starve
Takin' 'ery plate like it’s fonk time in Oz
Motherfucker, I kidnap all your kids
Before I had a record deal, what you thought I did?
Last job that I had I was punchin' a clock
Last niggas 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 on 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 or get your face plucked off
Hottest nigga in the club cause I got the heat
So what boy, wan' gun box with me?
Then step up young’n, show me what you gon do?
We got big guns nigga that go «Boom!
Boom!
Boom!»
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
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
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
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