Take Em to War Lyrics

Song	Take Em to War
Artist	Kool G Rap
Album	The Pre-Kill Vol. 2
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	作词 : Kool G Rap
	作曲 : Kool G Rap
	[Chorus]
	Shit ain't never gonna change... **** it!
	Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war.
	Niggaz want to flip, then we take 'em to war.
	Break a nigga 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, nigga.
	**** 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.
	**** 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, **** it, it just comes.
	(Yo, who you?) I'm Dr. Death, mother****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' 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 one, the known felon,
	And ain't no tellin', when I'm a crack your ****in' 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 x 2]

	Here I come to get some mother****in' wreck, but first I gotta,
	Um, vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set.
	So let a mother****er move a muscle.
	When I tussle, they'll be piecin' niggaz back like ****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 niggaz foreheads, to makin' mother****ers indian.
	You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder.
	'Cause I put holes in my beef, like ****in' 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 ****in' Coliseum,
	And hopped into a B-M, 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.) **** it, 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 ****in top and leave a fingerprint on purpose.

	zuo ci : Kool G Rap
	zuo qu : Kool G Rap
	Chorus
	Shit ain' t never gonna change... it!
	Time to load the clips, then we take ' em to war.
	Niggaz want to flip, then we take ' em to war.
	Break a nigga 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, nigga.
	Pataki, I gotta do my thang, nigga.
	Fortyfour 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.
	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, it, it just comes.
	Yo, who you? I' m Dr. Death, mother 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' 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 one, the known felon,
	And ain' t no tellin', when I' m a crack your in' 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 poundseven, 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 poundcake, 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 x 2

	Here I come to get some mother in' wreck, but first I gotta,
	Um, vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I' m set.
	So let a mother er move a muscle.
	When I tussle, they' ll be piecin' niggaz back like 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 niggaz foreheads, to makin' mother ers indian.
	You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it' s murder.
	' Cause I put holes in my beef, like in' 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 in' 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. it, 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 in top and leave a fingerprint on purpose.

	zuò cí : Kool G Rap
	zuò qǔ : Kool G Rap
	Chorus
	Shit ain' t never gonna change... it!
	Time to load the clips, then we take ' em to war.
	Niggaz want to flip, then we take ' em to war.
	Break a nigga 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, nigga.
	Pataki, I gotta do my thang, nigga.
	Fortyfour 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.
	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, it, it just comes.
	Yo, who you? I' m Dr. Death, mother 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' 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 one, the known felon,
	And ain' t no tellin', when I' m a crack your in' 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 poundseven, 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 poundcake, 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 x 2

	Here I come to get some mother in' wreck, but first I gotta,
	Um, vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I' m set.
	So let a mother er move a muscle.
	When I tussle, they' ll be piecin' niggaz back like 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 niggaz foreheads, to makin' mother ers indian.
	You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it' s murder.
	' Cause I put holes in my beef, like in' 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 in' 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. it, 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 in top and leave a fingerprint on purpose.

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