Take 'Em Out

(album: Hip Hop 50: Vol. 2 - 2023)

Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (Dead)
I shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot 'em through the head (Hey)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Door, more, it's all about calls, calls
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (Dead)
I shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot 'em through the head (Hey)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Door, more, it's all about calls, calls

Material, razor, plate
You see your profit rising
Still learning the algorithms and monetizing
Not condoning the mumble rap and the harmonizing
Forefathers of rap, I'm apologizing
Been quiet ain't nobody really dropping
A couple funerals'll get the city back popping
A nine on the dope will get the city back copping
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 stocking over to Pooh Sheisty
My best advice to you is move lightly
Cause they already on your heels you're too icy
On you
All tough guys play the bathroom
They looking for fire I put the gas to em
Bullshitting while I'm trying 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
This is D-boy penmanship
Brunch with the plug, seebass, spinach dip
Yeah, real intimate
Cigar and a glass of vino, big business shit

Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (Dead)
I shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot 'em through the head (Hey)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Door, more, it's all about calls, calls (Here we go)
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (Dead)
I shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot 'em through the head (Ah)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four (The Butcher coming, nigga)
Door, more, it's all about calls, calls (Here we go)

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

Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (Dead)
I shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot 'em through the head (Hey)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Door, more, it's all about calls, calls
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (Dead)
I shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot 'em through the head (Here we go)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Door, more, it's all about calls, calls (Here we go)

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 bought a hommy 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 them meet the
Like he a cannabis eater
You know what to do with me
Fronting like you cool with me
Tricking niggas, robbing niggas
This ain't nothing new to me
Man, you's a bitch
Come around with the same shit
On the same corner
With the same drip
It's really fucking up my nerves, cause I'm trying to understand
How you looking 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)
I shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot 'em through the head (Hey)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Door, more, it's all about calls, calls
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out, dead (Dead)
I shot 'em up, shot 'em up, shot 'em through the head (Here we go)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Door, more, it's all about calls, calls (Here we go)

Bring em out dead
Shot em in the head
Three, four
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Damn
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
New York man