Take 'Em Out (feat. Jadakiss, Benny The Butcher & Scar Lip)

Take 'em out, take them out, bring 'em out dead (Dead)

Shut 'em up, shut 'em up, tryna blow heads (Hey)

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You're mine, it's all about crime, crime (Here we go)

Material, a razor, a plate

You see your profit rising

Still learnin' the algorithms and monetizing

Not condoning the mumble rap and the harmonizing

Forefathers of rap, I'm apologizing

Been quiet ain't nobody really droppin'

A couple funerals'll get the city back poppin'

A nine on the dope will get the city back coppin'

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 Shiesty

My best advice to you is move lightly

'Cause they already on your heels, you're too icy

All tough guys play the bathroom

They lookin' for fire, I put the gas to 'em

Bullshittin' while I'm tryin' 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, seabass, spinach dip

Yeah, real intimate

Cigar and a glass of Vino, big business shit

Take 'em out, take them out, bring 'em out dead (Dead)

Shut 'em up, shut 'em up, tryna blow heads (Hey)

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You're mine, it's all about crime, crime (Here we go)

Take 'em out, take them out, bring 'em out dead (Dead)

Shut 'em up, shut 'em up, tryna blow heads (Hey)

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

The Butcher comin', ****

You're mine, it's all about crime, crime (Here we go)

Fuck friends, only hear Butcher if you talkin' cash

I pull up close, like I got a handicapped parking pass

You broke walkin' ass

I broke off a half, then sold it before a show

With my coke-talkin' ass

My dialect, all paper

I ball like Walt Disney crossed with Walt Frazier

With Goyard wallpaper

**** singin' melodies, no tellin' these

Feds like stop, unless you Griselda me

The Butcher coming, ****

From Buffalo, where the hammers and the bullets is cheap

And the beef don't ever rest until you put it to sleep

It's Butch

Take 'em out, take them out, bring 'em out dead (Dead)

Shut 'em up, shut 'em up, tryna blow heads (Hey)

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You're mine, it's all about crime, crime

Take 'em out, take them out, bring 'em out dead (Dead)

Shut 'em up, shut 'em up, tryna blow heads (Hey)

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You're mine, it's all about crime, crime

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 **** 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 homi' 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

Zim Zimma 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 'em eat the, huh, like he a cannabis eater

You know what to do with me

Frontin' like you cool with me

Trickin' ****, robbin' ****, this ain't nothin' 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 fuckin' up my nerves 'cause I'm trying to understand

How you lookin' 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 shakin'

Shit that get you mollywhopped

Take 'em out, take them out, bring 'em out dead (Dead)

Shut 'em up, shut 'em up, tryna blow heads (Hey)

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You're mine, it's all about crime, crime

Take 'em out, take them out, bring 'em out dead (Dead)

Shut 'em up, shut 'em up, tryna blow heads (Hey)

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You're mine, it's all about crime, crime

Bring 'em out dead

Shot 'em in the head

Three, four

Here we go

Here we go

Here we go

Damn