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T.I. - Bring Em Out lyrics
[Intro: Jay Z snippet] (Bring 'em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie! (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) T.I. (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! [Verse 1] 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 nigga 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 stippers gettin naked 'fore I sat down Still ballin money stack taller than Shaq now Still push a button 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 [Hook] I got the crowd yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) [Verse 2] Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this I got rich and I'm still on some hoolagin shit You be rappin bout blow I was movin the shit You talkin bout shootin out and I was doin the shit If I hit you in the face you gon be suin and shit 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 its bedtime (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 shit cause I get better wit time Who got a flow and a live show better than mine [Hook] I got a packed house yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) [Verse 3] Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you gon do Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two If you knew half of what I knew then you'll be hittin the deck Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect I'ma make it hard for a sucka nigga to flex Sho 'em this ain't the squad for a nigga to test Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh Work well wit Nines AK's and Techs And quick to check a lame like a game of chess You want beef you can bring ya best and we'll be standin.. [Hook - 2X] In ya front yard yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye all my hot girls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) [Break - 2X] Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands hands in the in the air air now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! |
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