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Chorus: all together
s**t ain't never gonna change.. fkKIT!
Time to load the clips - THEN WE TAKE EM TO WAR
wanna flip - THEN WE TAKE EM TO WAR
Break a nigg* 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 nigg*
fk PATAKI, I gotta do my thang nigg*
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
fk 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 fk it, it just comes
(Yo who you?) I'm Dr. Death motherfker 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 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 for wages
Queens is the home of 1, the known felon
and ain't no tellin, when I'ma crack your fkin melon
For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips
Leavin blood, the leather seats is where the s**t drips
with the pound-seven, I be creepin, rockin while they sleepin
Shots repeatin, leavin f*gg*t leakin
When I c*ck back the iron, is dyin, marchin to Zion
cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion
Word son, be collapsin, cause my weapons is
ready for action, makin your heart catch contractions
In the underworld, shootin gallery lose calories
cause my salary's based on fatalities
Chorus: repeat 2X
Kool G. Rap
Here I come to get some motherfkin wreck but first I gotta
umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set
So let a motherfker move a muscle
When I tussle they'll be piecin back like fkin 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 foreheads to makin motherfkers indian
You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder
cause I put holes in my beef like fkin White Castle burgers
So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo'-pound
c*ck back, rock black, gun a nigg* down
I see em, he's comin out the fkin coliseum
and hopped into a BM, s**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 nigg*) oh yeah we're gainin on him
(oh s**t he's with somebody else) fkkit, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigg* 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 nigg* wet
It's G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your fkin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!