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
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