Take 'Em Out
Scar Lip, Benny the Butcher, Swizz Beatz, Jadakiss
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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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Written by: C. Parker, F. Scruggs, Jason Phillips, Jeremie Pennick, K. Jones, Kasseem Dean, L. Parker, S. Sterling, T. Taylor
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