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featuring B1, (MF) Grimm 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! | Похожие исполнители:
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