Take ’Em to War lyrics

[Chorus]
sh*t ain't never gonna change (f*ck it!)
Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!)
n*ggas wanna flip (Then we take 'em to war!)
Break a n*gga 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 n*gga
f*ck Pataki I gotta do my thang n*gga
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*ck 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, f*ck it—it just comes
(Yo, who you?) I'm Dr. Death, motherf*cker, 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]
sh*t ain't never gonna change (f*ck it!)
Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!)
n*ggas wanna flip (Then we take 'em to war!)
Break a n*gga proper (Then we break him some more!)
[Verse 2: B1]
Since I murder for hire, rapid fire's what I require
Makin' n*ggas 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*ggas for wages
Queens is the home of 1, the known felon
And ain't no tellin', when I'mma crack your f*ckin' melon
For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips
Leavin' n*ggas bloody, the leather seats is where the sh*t drips
With the pound-seven, I be creepin', rockin' n*ggas while they sleepin'
Shots repeatin', leavin' faggot n*ggas leakin'
When I c*ck back the iron, n*ggas is dyin', marchin' to Zion
'Cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion
Word son, n*ggas be collapsin', 'cause my weapons is
Ready for action, makin' your heart catch contractions
In the underworld, shootin' gallery n*ggas lose calories
'Cause my salary's based on fatalities

[Chorus]
sh*t ain't never gonna change (f*ck it!)
Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!)
n*ggas wanna flip (Then we take 'em to war!)
Break a n*gga proper (Then we break him some more!)

[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
Here I come to get some motherf*ckin' wreck but first I gotta
Umm vest check, gun check, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set
So let a motherf*cker move a muscle
When I tussle they'll be piecin' n*ggas back like f*ckin puzzles
'Cause Kool G Rap is known for bringin' mad noise, I'm 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*ggas' foreheads and makin' motherf*ckers Indian
You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder
'Cause I put holes in my beef like f*ckin' White Castle burgers
So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo'-pound
c*ck back, rock black, gun a n*gga down
I see 'em, he's comin' out the f*ckin' colosseum
And hopped into a BM, sh*t!
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*gga) oh yeah we're gainin' on him
(Oh sh*t he's with somebody else) f*ck it, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the n*gga 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*gga wet
It's G Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your f*ckin' top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!
[Production by T-Ray]