Letra Take 'em to war Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

Take 'em to war

Chorus: [all together]

Shit aint 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, Im 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
Im lurkin, Im 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? ) Im dr. death motherfucker ever heard of me?
Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgery
Im already dead, so nah, you cant murder me
Cause quantities of entities enter me evilly

Chorus: repeat 2x

[b1]
Since I murder for hire, rapid fires 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 Im wettin niggaz for wages
Queens is the home of 1, the known felon
And aint no tellin, when ima 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 salarys based on fatalities

Chorus: repeat 2x

[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, Im set
So let a motherfucker move a muscle
When I tussle theyll 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 Im puttin red dots
On niggaz foreheads to makin motherfuckers indian
You got beef? go get yourself a wreath, because its 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, hes 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
Im rainin on him (faster nigga) oh yeah were gainin on him
(oh shit hes with somebody else) fukkit, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seat
When they find him, hell be a backseat driver
But I aint finished with the trigger yet, Im lightin up a cigarette
Bang bang, I left the other nigga wet
Its g. rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!