B1 - Take 'Em to War lyrics

[Hook] sh** ain't never gonna change (f** it!!!) Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!!!) n***as wanna flip (The we take 'em to war!!!) Break a n***a proper (Then we break him some more!!!) [MF Grimm] I represent the murderers and felony offenders Who even 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 [Hook] [B1] Since I murder for hire, rapid fire's what I require Makin n***as 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***as for wages Queens is the home of 1, the known felon And ain't no tellin, when I'mma crack your f**in melon For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips Leavin n***as bloody, the leather seats is where the sh** drips With the pound-seven, I be creepin, rockin n***as while they sleepin Shots repeatin, leavin f*ggot n***as leakin When I co*k back the iron, n***as is dyin, marchin to Zion Cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion Word son, n***as be collapsin, cause my weapons is Ready for action, makin your heart catch contractions In the underworld, shootin gallery n***as lose calories Cause my salary's based on fatalities [Hook] [Kool G. Rap] Here I come to get some motherf**in wreck but first I gotta Umm 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***as 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 and semi and I'm puttin red dots On n***as foreheads and 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 colosseum And hopped into a BM, 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! [Production by T-Ray]