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Chorus: [all together]
Shit ain`t 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, 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: repeat 2X
[B1]
Since I murder for hire, rapid fire`s 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 I`m wettin niggaz for wages
Queens is the home of 1, the known felon
and ain`t no tellin, when I`ma 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 salary`s 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, I`m set
So let a motherfucker move a muscle
When I tussle they`ll 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 I`m puttin red dots
on niggaz foreheads to makin motherfuckers indian
You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it`s 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, he`s 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
I`m rainin on him (faster nigga) oh yeah we`re gainin on him
(oh shit he`s with somebody else) fukkit, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga 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 nigga wet
It`s G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!
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