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

What it do, Loc? Yeah (yeah) We up in this - On some murder murder, kill, kill sh- (uh) Yeah (The Butcher comin') Some real hip-hop sh- Yo, murder music just for this type of sh- that could ban us 'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off they hammers I'm really like that, I ain't just write this sh- for the camera I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta (yeah) Cash saved for insurance, them bad days was a force (nah) Still hood, roach clips and the ashtrays in my foreign (haha) In L.A., R&B - drunk with her hands around me The night Swizz introduced me to Nas at a Grammy party (uh-huh) When my strip introducеd me to hard, I had grams around me (no) A star player nеver asks for the ball, they just playin' around me N- heard I took a shot, they was askin' if I was good I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled Huh Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music (yeah) Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music (ha-ha) Yeah, some come through the water (uh-huh) Some come through the border (uh) Some of them get caught, but that's dependin' on the porter (yup) Old n- hidin', young n- slidin' (ughn) I'm bein' a man just protectin' and providin' My only concern is if it cooked right (that's it) My chain yellow way the diamonds set up, it make it look white (ooh) Kill you for nothin' 'cause they petty (uh) Cuttin' the dog food with the feti (yup) Ain't young but they ready (they ready) No crowd, I get my applause off the beat I'm a boss so I make sure all of us eat (all of us) Say, a couple funerals'll bring a war to a cease And remember, it ain't no reward for the streets This is not normal (nah), Dickey suit is how we dress formal (yeah) The way I'm ridin' these tracks like a porno (woo) A'ight then, what's up then? (What's up?) I'm bustin' Every control substance I touched it, I know it's disgustin' (agh) I'm just stackin', call me El Guapo (uh-huh) And I bet you never had a brick from El Chapo (never) Tuesday, I just play the crib and make tacos (woo) A lot of n- frontin' like they nice, but they not though Y'all spoke that up, now soak that up (soak that up) They done pulled my coat, nigga, the GOAT got up, what's up? Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, (yo) mur-murder music I only got time to murder sh-, I bang 'em While deafening in both ears (uh-huh) When I'm makin' n- black And rip couches and throw cheers (uh-huh) At times I be unleashin' the wrath that most fear (uh-huh) I don't discriminate, I even body close peers See I'm suggestin' most you n- should get to steppin' to the rear (uh-huh) And f- what most you niggas'll talk, I don't care (uh-uh) If you don't rep a rike, you shouldn't come around here (oh no) Adjust one level up, make sure a n- sound clear They wanna stop, and wanna stare (they do) They hate that I'm the best And it's greatness in the flesh and it's pointless to compare You need to scribe this jewelry I write to save this sh- on a server (uh-huh) And type the way that I speak for movin' space on a cursor I'm not an advocate for violence, but push me, I'ma push you further The script, hand on my hips, squeezin' the grip a little firmer These dumb n- don't realize that it's better to be a learner (Stupid ni-) When you don't is when you get the feelin' of burner Shut the f- up, it's better to be watchers, listeners, and observers 'Cause if you not, you'll f- around, that's how n- like you get murdered Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Murder was the case, the-the, the case The case was murder

It's the remix, nigga Whoa, Kenny! Kenny, you ready? All these racks in the ceiling got rappers back in they feelings Treat the game like Trump voters did the Capitol building (hahahaha) In a 600 Maybach, the only passenger in it Ain't got no cash for the dealer if don't no stashes come in it (huh) Denzel hit me, and I couldn't get back fast enough, nigga (what up) Talent attract talent, I'm just not rapping with niggas (uh-uh) The way I'm crafting this shit get way too tactical, nigga All my albums is classical just to challenge you niggas My shit been in crazy demand (I know), but play again I be plugging with 80 grand and have it 80 a gram I feel fast as Tyreek Hill chasing these bands Who else glacier'd they hand and be wearing Bape shit from France? I'm into lightskin bitches and blue dinero (okay) Bricks in a blue Camaro, I feel like a superhero Every year, they discuss me, who else they gon' name but me? And Gunn, we the ones who they call when they get rusty Griselda, nigga Get money from a show, then deposit it (ugh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Rising like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet Shoebox came with the doowop One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac Two shots, that's two grazed in two days What goes up must come down on Tuesday And I don't like Pixar, mister, I am the master I came through like a- (wait a minute) bastard Nobody fathered my style People said I would fall off, but I been here for a while, so, nope! Are you ready for the motherfuckin' giant? The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan The vampire, taking over empires If the game was a tooth, I'm a fucking pair of pliers We gon' do 'em Vinny-style As you can see, this nigga got many styles (serious) Know too many niggas that got semi rounds (serious) And cold like (ice) Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my nigga Get money from a show, then deposit it (ugh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Rising like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet You already know what time it is It's the motherfucking championship