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Onyx - Текст песни Bring 'Em Out Dead
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
 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
 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
 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
 The one's that probably even pump the cops up
 We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealin'
 Or peelin', some loud niggas, thugs can feel usOnyx - Bring 'Em Out Dead - http://ru.motolyrics.com/onyx/bring-em-out-dead-lyrics.html
 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' 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 punchin' 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 Cartier 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
 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
















