Take ’Em to War Kool G Rap (Ft. B-1 & MF Grimm)
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[Chorus]
Shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it!)
Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!)
Niggas wanna flip (Then we take 'em to war!)
Break a nigga proper (Then we break him some more!)
[Verse 1: 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 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
I'm lurkin', I'm 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?) I'm Dr. Death, motherfucker, 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]
Shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it!)
Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!)
Niggas wanna flip (Then we take 'em to war!)
Break a nigga proper (Then we break him some more!)
Shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it!)
Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!)
Niggas wanna flip (Then we take 'em to war!)
Break a nigga proper (Then we break him some more!)
[Verse 1: 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 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
I'm lurkin', I'm 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?) I'm Dr. Death, motherfucker, 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]
Shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it!)
Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!)
Niggas wanna flip (Then we take 'em to war!)
Break a nigga proper (Then we break him some more!)
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