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Kasseem David Dean (born September 13, 1978), better known by his stage name Swizz Beatz, is an American hip hop recording artist, record producer, disc jockey and painter from New York City. At the age of 16, he gained attention in the hip hop community through his friendship with rapper DMX. He found a protege in Philadelphia-based rapper Cassidy, who helped Dean launch his label Full Surface Records. more »

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Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (dead)
Shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot a bald head (head)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mine, it's all about calls, calls

Material, razor, plate, you see your profit rising
Still learnin' the algorithms and monetizing
Not condoning the mumble rap and the harmonizing
Forefathers of rap, I'm apologizing
Been quiet ain't nobody really droppin'
A couple funerals'll get the city back poppin'
A nine on the dope will get the city back coppin'
If you see me in the club I got the pretty black Glock in
Yeah, so don't get too feisty
'Cause I'll throw the stockin' over to Pooh Sheisty
My best advice to you is move lightly
'Cause they already on your heels, you're too icy (they on you)
All tough guys play the bathroom
They lookin' for fire I put the gas to 'em
Bullshittin' while I'm tryin' to talk to cash to 'em
Especially since the corner's the new classroom
Congratulations, jail or death is graduation
It all really depends on your infatuations (that's it)
This is D-boy penmanship
Brunch with the plug, seabass, spinach dip (hmm)
Yeah, real intimate
Cigar and a glass of vino, big business shit

Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (dead)
Shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot a bald head (head)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mine, it's all about calls, calls (here we go)
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (dead)
Shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot a bald head (ah)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four (The Butcher comin', nigga)
Your mine, it's all about calls, calls (here we go)

Uh, f*ck friends, only hear Butcher if you talkin' cash
I pull up close like I got a handicapped parking pass
You broke walkin' ass
I broke off a half, then sold it before a show
With my coke talkin' ass
My dialect all paper
I ball like Walt Disney crossed with Walt Frazier
With Goyard wallpaper
Niggas singin' melodies, no tellin' these
Fans like stop, unless you Griselda me
The Butcher comin', nigga
From Buffalo where the hammers and the bullets is cheap
And the beef don't ever rest until you put it to sleep
It's Butch

Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (dead)
Shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot a bald head (head)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mine, it's all about calls, calls
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (dead)
Shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot a bald head (here we go)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mine, it's all about calls, calls 

Yo
You done fucked with the wrong one, but it's all good
Bust out the wrong gun, 'cause it's all wood
Life is like a box of chocolate, covered in shit
It's like they never seem to warn you of how scary it gets
See I try to understand why niggas do the things they do
Say the things they say, move the way they move
Drink the way they drink, chew the way they chew
I just caught a homi' and the bullet is the proof
See this the shit that make the party hot
Shit that make your body drop
Shit that make your body shake, prolly get you mollywhopped
Sim Simma who got the keys to my Beamer
Pretty face, slim waist, ass fatter than Selena
Dark girl, real tall, break necks, have you seen her?
When I make eat the huh, like he a cannabis eater
You know what to do with me
Frontin' like you cool with me
Trickin' niggas, robbin' niggas, this ain't nothin' new to me
Man, you's a bitch, comin' 'round with the same shit
On the same corner with the same drip
It's really fuckin' up my nerves, 'cause I'm tryin' to understand
How you lookin' in that mirror and believe that you're a man?
See this the shit that make your party hot
Shit that make your body drop
Shit that make your body shake, the shit that get you mollywhopped

Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (dead)
Shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot a bald head (head)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mine, it's all about calls, calls
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (dead)
Shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot a bald head (here we go)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mine, it's all about calls, calls 

Bring 'em out dead
Shot 'em in the head
Three, four
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Damn
Woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
New York, man

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