Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Take 'em To War Lyrics
Chorus: [all together]Shit aint never gonna change.. fukkit!Time to load the clips - then we take em to warNiggaz wanna flip - then we take em to warBreak a nigga proper - then we break him some more[grimm]I represent the murderers and felony offendersWho either bought time out, to get these legal tenders(surrender!) nah, Im goin out with a bang nigga***** pataki, I gotta do my thang niggaForty-four mag, bustin into actionBrains left in particles, fragments and fractionsGrimm, the money stacker, heat packerIm lurkin, Im waitin, attackin like a linebacker***** what you heard, crime paysAnd always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sidewaysWe kill crews, hearts go numbAnd if retaliation comes then yo ***** it, it just comes(yo who you? ) Im dr. death mother*****er ever heard of me?Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgeryIm already dead, so nah, you cant murder meCause quantities of entities enter me evillyChorus: repeat 2x[b1]Since I murder for hire, rapid fires what I requireMakin niggaz perspire, so send a message through the wireCause violence is contagious, it got me bustin gaugesThe 95 larry davis and Im wettin niggaz for wagesQueens is the home of 1, the known felonAnd aint no tellin, when ima crack your *****in melonFor the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whipsLeavin niggaz bloody, the leather seats is where the shit dripsWith the pound-seven, I be creepin, rockin niggaz while they sleepinShots repeatin, leavin faggot niggaz leakinWhen I ***** back the iron, niggaz is dyin, marchin to zionCause the pound-cake, roars like a lionWord son, niggaz be collapsin, cause my weapons isReady for action, makin your heart catch contractionsIn the underworld, shootin gallery niggaz lose caloriesCause my salarys based on fatalitiesChorus: repeat 2x[kool g. rap]Here I come to get some mother*****in wreck but first I gottaUmm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, Im setSo let a mother*****er move a muscleWhen I tussle theyll be piecin niggaz back like *****in puzzlesCause kool g. rap is known for bringin mad noise, a bad boyWhen I was younger always carried guns, I never had toysGrimm, gimme the infrared they see me and Im puttin red dotsOn niggaz foreheads to makin mother*****ers indianYou got beef? go get yourself a wreath, because its murderCause I put holes in my beef like *****in white castle burgersSo now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo-pound***** back, rock black, gun a nigga downI see em, hes comin out the *****in coliseumAnd hopped into a bm, shit!Put in my clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man hadParked on the sidewalk, then we start to glideIm rainin on him (faster nigga) oh yeah were gainin on him(oh shit hes with somebody else) fukkit, put his brain on himBoom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seatWhen they find him, hell be a backseat driverBut I aint finished with the trigger yet, Im lightin up a cigaretteBang bang, I left the other nigga wetIts g. rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt thisI split your *****in top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!
