Bring 'Em Out Dead - Onyx

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