t i – bring em out(explicit) lyrics
bring em out, bring em out
bring em out, bring em out
it’s hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth
bring em out, bring em out
bring em out, bring em out
bring em out, bring em out
bring em out, bring em out
tip comin’ live from the vip
heard the night life lost life when i leave
both the feds and the state wanna see my need
the whole city got bizzerk, he got treat
anotha n-gg- got a hit but shawty, he not me
who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed?
da king, back now, hoes don’t even know how to act, now
hit the club, strippers give neck ‘fore i sit down
still ballin’ money, stack taller than shaq, now
still push a b-tton to let the roof on the ‘lac down
i’m on the road doin’ shows, puttin’ my mack down
mississippi to philly albuquerque to chatt town
i got the crowd yellin’
(bring em out, bring em out)
all my hot girls yellin’
(bring em out, bring em out)
all the dope boyz yellin’
(bring em out, bring em out)
from the back they yellin’
(bring em out, bring em out)
yeah, what other rap n-gg- hooder than this
i got rich and i’m still on some hoolagin’ sh-t
you be rappin’ ’bout blow i was movin’ the sh-t
talkin’ ’bout shootin’ out and i was doin’ the sh-t
if i hit you in the face, you gon’ be suin’ and sh-t
and if i catch anotha case, i know i’m true to be missed
so i’ma keep it cool head, stay out of the news
headlines and shows other rappers it’s bedtime
it’s clear to see that i’m ahead of my time
i copped a chromed out hard top carrerra to shine
i got some time, it ain’t sh-t ’cause i get better wit time
who got a flow and a live show better than mine?
i got a packed house yellin’
(bring em out, bring em out)
all my hot girls yellin’
(bring em out, bring em out)
all the dope boyz yellin’
(bring em out, bring em out)
from the back they yellin’
(bring em out, bring em out)
mic check 1-2, 1-2, you wanna beef
wit the king, what’s you gon’ do?
will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew?
or you and ya friend play a little two on two?
you knew half of what i knew
then you’ll be hittin’ the deck
i got a tool and a vest i can get some respect
i’ma make it hard for a sucka n-gg- to flex
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