Bring 'Em out Dead Lyrics
| Song | Bring 'Em out Dead |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | Bacdafucup, Pt. II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Period | |
| 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] | |
| Aiyyo, 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 bark shots you niggas'll duck down | |
| Run up on your block, you niggas 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 | |
| Copperfield | |
| At the funeral's, don't waste no doctor bills | |
| A lot of niggas ain't kickin shit | |
| I can feel | |
| We gettin it down real big, that's what we doin | |
| Give 'em the most raw, that's what we doin | |
| The game don't understand, the world don't understand | |
| These niggas is gun in hand, you die for these grand | |
| Shot's from the magnum, killin the gats, smack 'em | |
| You got it back, stab ya, with your own dagger | |
| My sons take your 6, rope you in the closet (Hot one's!) | |
| The one's that probably even pump the cops up | |
| We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealing | |
| Or peeling, some loud niggas, thugs can feel us | |
| And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas | |
| 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 your plate like it's food time in | |
| Oz Motherfucker, | |
| I 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 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 Coneay watch, nigga take that off | |
| That's a iced out cross, boy take that off | |
| Know what'd happen to your daughter if | |
| I don't make that call? | |
| Better take me to the bank and get your face plucked off | |
| Hottest nigga in the club cause | |
| I got the heat | |
| So run boy, run boy, one gun box with me? | |
| So step up young'n, show me you gon do | |
| We got big guns nigga that go "boom boom boom!" [Chorus 4x] |
| zuo qu : Period | |
| 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 | |
| Aiyyo, 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 bark shots you niggas' ll duck down | |
| Run up on your block, you niggas 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 | |
| Ununh, 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 | |
| Copperfield | |
| At the funeral' s, don' t waste no doctor bills | |
| A lot of niggas ain' t kickin shit | |
| I can feel | |
| We gettin it down real big, that' s what we doin | |
| Give ' em the most raw, that' s what we doin | |
| The game don' t understand, the world don' t understand | |
| These niggas is gun in hand, you die for these grand | |
| Shot' s from the magnum, killin the gats, smack ' em | |
| You got it back, stab ya, with your own dagger | |
| My sons take your 6, rope you in the closet Hot one' s! | |
| The one' s that probably even pump the cops up | |
| We got ' em strung with the drugs that we dealing | |
| Or peeling, some loud niggas, thugs can feel us | |
| And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas | |
| 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 your plate like it' s food time in | |
| Oz Motherfucker, | |
| I 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 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 Coneay watch, nigga take that off | |
| That' s a iced out cross, boy take that off | |
| Know what' d happen to your daughter if | |
| I don' t make that call? | |
| Better take me to the bank and get your face plucked off | |
| Hottest nigga in the club cause | |
| I got the heat | |
| So run boy, run boy, one gun box with me? | |
| So step up young' n, show me you gon do | |
| We got big guns nigga that go " boom boom boom!" Chorus 4x |
| zuò qǔ : Period | |
| 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 | |
| Aiyyo, 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 bark shots you niggas' ll duck down | |
| Run up on your block, you niggas 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 | |
| Ununh, 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 | |
| Copperfield | |
| At the funeral' s, don' t waste no doctor bills | |
| A lot of niggas ain' t kickin shit | |
| I can feel | |
| We gettin it down real big, that' s what we doin | |
| Give ' em the most raw, that' s what we doin | |
| The game don' t understand, the world don' t understand | |
| These niggas is gun in hand, you die for these grand | |
| Shot' s from the magnum, killin the gats, smack ' em | |
| You got it back, stab ya, with your own dagger | |
| My sons take your 6, rope you in the closet Hot one' s! | |
| The one' s that probably even pump the cops up | |
| We got ' em strung with the drugs that we dealing | |
| Or peeling, some loud niggas, thugs can feel us | |
| And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas | |
| 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 your plate like it' s food time in | |
| Oz Motherfucker, | |
| I 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 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 Coneay watch, nigga take that off | |
| That' s a iced out cross, boy take that off | |
| Know what' d happen to your daughter if | |
| I don' t make that call? | |
| Better take me to the bank and get your face plucked off | |
| Hottest nigga in the club cause | |
| I got the heat | |
| So run boy, run boy, one gun box with me? | |
| So step up young' n, show me you gon do | |
| We got big guns nigga that go " boom boom boom!" Chorus 4x |
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