T.I. - Bring Em Out Lyrics

 T.I.'s "Bring Em Out" is a high-energy track showcasing his dominance in the rap game. With bold lyrics about his influence, street credibility, and dynamic performances, this song captures the essence of T.I.'s powerful presence in hip-hop. Perfect for those seeking intense beats and confident rhymes.

T.I. - Bring Em Out Lyrics

(Bring 'em out, it's 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!

TIP coming live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave

Both the Feds and the State want to see my need

The whole city got bizzerk he got treat

Another nigga got a hit but shawty he not me

Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed

The king back now hoes don't even know how to act now

Hit the club strippers give neck 'fore I sit down

Still balling money stack taller than Shaq now

Still push a button to let the roof on the 'Lac down

I'm on the road doing shows putting my mack down

Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town

I got the crowd yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, all my hot girls yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, all the Dope Boyz yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, from the back they yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this

I got rich and I'm still on some hoolagin' shit

You be rapping bout blow I was moving the shit

You talking bout shooting out and I was doing the shit

If I hit you in the face you goin' be suing and shit

And if I catch another 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 Carrera 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

I got the crowd yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, all my hotgirls yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, all the Dope Boyz yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, from the back they yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Mic check 1-2 1-2, you want to beef wit the king what is you goin' 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 hitting the deck

Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect

I'ma make it hard for a sucker nigga to flex

Sho 'em this ain't the squad for a nigga to test

Pimp my nuts 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 standing

I got the crowd yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, all my hot girls yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, all the Dope Boyz yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, from the back they yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

I got the crowd yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, all my hotgirls yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, all the Dope Boyz yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Aye, from the back they yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Hands, in the, air, now!

Hands, in the, air, now!

Hands hands in the in the air air now!

Hands, in the, air, now!

Hands, in the, air, now!

Hands, in the, air, now!

Hands hands in the in the air air now!

Hands, in the, air, now!

(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)