Kool G Rap - Take 'em To War lyrics

[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.