Bring Em Out lyrics

Artist  : T.i. 
Song : Bring Em Out



 Send "Bring Em Out" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [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) TI

(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!



[Berse 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 give neck 'fore I sit
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!



{*Bring 'em out, bring 'em out + ad libs to the
end of the track*}