[Chorus]
sh** ain't never gonna change... f** it!
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war.
n***az want to flip, then we take 'em to war.
Break a n***a proper, then we break him some more.
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, n***a.
f** Pataki, I gotta do my thang, n***a.
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.
f** what you heard, crime pays.
And always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways.
We k** crews, hearts go numb,
And if retaliation comes then yo, f** it, it just comes.
(Yo, who you?) I'm Dr. d**h, motherf**er, 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 x 2]
Since I murder for hire, rapid fire's what I require.
Makin' n***az 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' n***az for wages.
Queens is the home of one, the known felon,
And ain't no tellin', when I'm a crack your f**in' melon.
For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips.
Leavin' n***az bloody, the leather seats is where the sh** drips.
With the pound-seven, I be creepin', rockin' n***az, while they sleepin'.
Shots repeatin', leavin' f*ggot n***az leakin'.
When I co*k back the iron, n***az is dyin', marchin' to Zion.
'Cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion.
Word, son, n***az be collapsin', cause my weapons is
Ready for action, makin' your heart catch contractions.
In the underworld, shootin' gallery n***az lose calories,
'Cause my salary's based on fatalities.
[Chorus x 2]
Here I come to get some motherf**in' wreck, but first I gotta,
Um, vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set.
So let a motherf**er move a muscle.
When I tussle, they'll be piecin' n***az back like f**in' 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 n***az foreheads, to makin' motherf**ers indian.
You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder.
'Cause I put holes in my beef, like f**in' White Castle burgers.
So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo' pound.
co*k back, rock black, gun a n***a down.
I see 'em, he's comin' out the f**in' Coliseum,
And hopped into a B-M, sh**!
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 n***a.) oh yeah, we're gainin' on him.
(Oh sh**, he's with somebody else.) f** it, put his brain on him.
Boom, boom, no survivors, lifted the n***a 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 n***a wet.
It's G. Rap, baby, you know me. You try to hurt this,
I split your f**in top and leave a fingerprint on purpose.