Artist/Band:
Onyx
Lyrics for Song: Bring 'Em Out Dead
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Onyx
[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 niggaÂ’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 funeralÂ’s, no waste no doctor bills
A lot of niggaÂ’s ain't kickin shit I can feel
GettingÂ’ 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 niggaÂ’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 niggaÂ’s, thugs can feel us
And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggaÂ’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
TakinÂ’ airplay like it's phone time in Oz
Motherfucker, IÂ’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 niggaÂ’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]
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