KOOL G RAP

KOOL G RAP - Take 'Em to War lyrics

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(feat. 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: x2]

[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: x2]

[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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