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Kool G Rap - Take 'Em to War lyrics
featuring B1 (MF) Grimm Chorus: [all together] Shit ain't never gonna change.. FUKKIT! Time to load the clips THEN WE TAKE EM TO WAR Niggaz wanna flip THEN WE TAKE EM TO WAR Break a nigga proper THEN WE BREAK HIM SOME MORE [Grimm] I represent the murderers and felony offenders who either bought time out to get these legal tenders (Surrender!) Nah I'm goin out with a bang nigga FUCK PATAKI I gotta do my thang nigga Forty-four mag, bustin into action Brains left in particles, fragments and fractions Grimm, the money stacker, heat packer I'm lurkin, I'm waitin, attackin like a linebacker Fuck what you heard, crime pays and always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways We kill crews, hearts go numb and if retaliation comes then yo fuck it, it just comes (Yo who you?) I'm Dr. Death motherfucker ever heard of me? Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgery I'm already dead, so nah, you can't murder me cause quantities of entities enter me evilly Chorus: repeat 2X [B1] Since I murder for hire, rapid fire's what I require Makin niggaz perspire, so send a message through the wire cause violence is contagious, it got me bustin gauges The '95 Larry Davis and I'm wettin niggaz for wages Queens is the home of 1, the known felon and ain't no tellin, when I'ma crack your fuckin melon For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips Leavin niggaz bloody, the leather seats is where the shit drips with the pound-seven, I be creepin, rockin niggaz while they sleepin Shots repeatin, leavin faggot niggaz leakin When I cock back the iron, niggaz is dyin, marchin to Zion cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion Word son, niggaz be collapsin, cause my weapons is ready for action, makin your heart catch contractions In the underworld, shootin gallery niggaz lose calories cause my salary's based on fatalities Chorus: repeat 2X [Kool G. Rap] Here I come to get some motherfuckin wreck but first I gotta umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set So let a motherfucker move a muscle When I tussle they'll be piecin niggaz back like fuckin puzzles Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringin mad noise, a bad boy When I was younger always carried guns, I never had toys Grimm, gimme the infrared they see me and I'm puttin red dots on niggaz foreheads to makin motherfuckers indian You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder cause I put holes in my beef like fuckin White Castle burgers So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo'-pound Cock back, rock black, gun a nigga down I see em, he's comin out the fuckin coliseum and hopped into a BM, shit! Put in my clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man had Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide I'm rainin on him (faster nigga) oh yeah we're gainin on him (oh shit he's with somebody else) fukkit, put his brain on him Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seat When they find him, he'll be a backseat driver But I ain't finished with the trigger yet, I'm lightin up a cigarette Bang bang, I left the other nigga wet It's G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose |
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