Take Em to War - 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 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

Since I murder for hire, rapid fire’s what I require

Makin niggas 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 niggas for wages

Queens is the home of 1, the known felon

And ain’t no tellin, when I’mma crack your fuckin melon

For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips

Leavin niggas bloody, the leather seats is where the shit drips

With the pound-seven, I be creepin, rockin niggas while they sleepin

Shots repeatin, leavin faggot niggas leakin

When I cock back the iron, niggas is dyin, marchin to Zion

Cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion

Word son, niggas be collapsin, cause my weapons is

Ready for action, makin your heart catch contractions

In the underworld, shootin gallery niggas lose calories

Cause my salary’s based on fatalities

Here I come to get some motherfuckin wreck but first I gotta

Umm vest check, gun check, clip one check, clip two check, I’m set

So let a motherfucker move a muscle

When I tussle they’ll be piecin niggas back like fuckin 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 niggas foreheads and 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 colosseum

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) fuck 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 fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!