[Intro: Sticky Fingaz] 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!
[Fredro Starr] 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
[Chorus 2x] 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
[Sonsee] 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 (Hot one's!) The one's that probably even pump the cops up We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealing Or peeling, some loud niggas, thugs can feel us And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas And my brother's locked down in the jails can feel it
[Chorus]
[Sticky Fingaz] 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 punching 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 Coneay 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!"
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro: Sticky Fingaz] 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!
[Fredro Starr] 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
[Chorus 2x] 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
[Sonsee] 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 (Hot one's!) The one's that probably even pump the cops up We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealing Or peeling, some loud niggas, thugs can feel us And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas And my brother's locked down in the jails can feel it
[Chorus]
[Sticky Fingaz] 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 punching 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 Coneay 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!"
[Chorus 4x]
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