Ghostface Killah, Kool G Rap, Shawn Wigs - The Dogs of War lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Kool G Rap, Shawn Wigs - The Dogs of War lyrics]
Money Miggs, let's get him
I need help to plan an
Attack twist back these youngin's
Tired of the run-in's
These niggas ain't live
Nine years in the desert, son
They couldn't survive
We're gonna ambush blow out the windows
Set flames
Turn the pilots on, set up bombs by the maze
Blow brains, tie niggas up to the radiators
They ain't gladiators we gon' crush 'em
Push 'em to the edge, bum rush 'em
You know how we do oG style
I dress like the pizza man
And when they answer the door you
Come out the van blazin'
Flame-throwing niggas like shish kebabs
Toasty, roasty
They be like Ghost be crazy as shit
They fucking with the wrong one
Son of a gun, I make murdering fun
You took my baby, my block
And corrupted my hood
I'm a do it for my hometown
New York understood
I see laboratories, chemicals and shit
They cooking right here on the
Block i'm throwing a fit
Destructo, destroying houses like
Wreckin' balls
Crushing your foundation you sit somewhere
Inspect the fall
Chill back the fuck up it's gonna blow
He gotta face full of powder
And that blue-like snow
The explosion threw him twenty
Feet in the air
He hit the floor and his face
Just stuck in blank stare
Hey yo, Tone hey yo, Tone wake the fuck up
The chemical burns on his face
I wanna throw up
I hugged him, felt his heart beatin'
His chest breathin'
Fuck the police, son, I ain't leavin'
Scooped him, threw him in the van and split
Took him back to the crib and shit
We gon' fix it
Hey yo, get him (I got 'em) we gon' rock 'em
Try dealin' shit on my block
You got a problem
It's Tony Starks and Money Migg, the OG's
Schoolin' niggas in these streets
With no degrees
"yeah that's right
Nigga what you want? black ass"
I hear 'em talkin' gun talk
That's my language (language)
Hollows up in the chambers
A hundred shots that'll angle (yeah)
Soon as a nigga aim 'em
They blowin' like James Ingram (word)
Nickle plates from '88
Shit'll "Wrath Of Kane" em (Kane 'em)
I'll pee on a handball court
Wall where they paint 'em (now hold that)
I'll fuckin' yellow-stain 'em
Them niggas out of pocket with it (word)
Buck shots
Left his big man chopped to a midget
(blaow-blaow)
Rippin' crazy shit, poppin' from a Civic
Warm biscuit tryin' to put this
Nigga Starks in a barrel
Them slugs hit the wall
I assassinated his shadow (damn)
At the train yard
My tires rollin' over gravel (yeah)
I hope I hear him step on
The third rail and crackle
Now I'm hoppin' out the whip
Gotta finish this
My biggest hammer about to show
Him what the business is
Parked trains, darker rain
Ain't no witnesses (where he at?)
I swore I heard his footsteps right behind me
(word, yo) so, I turned around quick to
Do this nigga slimy
Nothin' but a black stray cat
Ran over line three (what's that?)
A homeless man rollin' cans
In a shoppin' cart (oh, shit)
And then, from top of the train, came a pop
A spark
Tried to pop back but I was locked in a arch
The nigga hit his mark right
On top of my heart (aw, damn)
My whole chest went numb and
The pain got sharp (down)
Fell face down on the ground
Saw the Timberland mark he bopped
Swingin' the gun like a pendulum arm
The silencer on the shit was
Like a Michelin part
Then everything faded out
Became of victim of Starks
I need help to plan an
Attack twist back these youngin's
Tired of the run-in's
These niggas ain't live
Nine years in the desert, son
They couldn't survive
We're gonna ambush blow out the windows
Set flames
Turn the pilots on, set up bombs by the maze
Blow brains, tie niggas up to the radiators
They ain't gladiators we gon' crush 'em
Push 'em to the edge, bum rush 'em
You know how we do oG style
I dress like the pizza man
And when they answer the door you
Come out the van blazin'
Flame-throwing niggas like shish kebabs
Toasty, roasty
They be like Ghost be crazy as shit
They fucking with the wrong one
Son of a gun, I make murdering fun
You took my baby, my block
And corrupted my hood
I'm a do it for my hometown
New York understood
I see laboratories, chemicals and shit
They cooking right here on the
Block i'm throwing a fit
Destructo, destroying houses like
Wreckin' balls
Crushing your foundation you sit somewhere
Inspect the fall
Chill back the fuck up it's gonna blow
He gotta face full of powder
And that blue-like snow
The explosion threw him twenty
Feet in the air
He hit the floor and his face
Just stuck in blank stare
Hey yo, Tone hey yo, Tone wake the fuck up
The chemical burns on his face
I wanna throw up
I hugged him, felt his heart beatin'
His chest breathin'
Fuck the police, son, I ain't leavin'
Scooped him, threw him in the van and split
Took him back to the crib and shit
We gon' fix it
Hey yo, get him (I got 'em) we gon' rock 'em
Try dealin' shit on my block
You got a problem
It's Tony Starks and Money Migg, the OG's
Schoolin' niggas in these streets
With no degrees
"yeah that's right
Nigga what you want? black ass"
I hear 'em talkin' gun talk
That's my language (language)
Hollows up in the chambers
A hundred shots that'll angle (yeah)
Soon as a nigga aim 'em
They blowin' like James Ingram (word)
Nickle plates from '88
Shit'll "Wrath Of Kane" em (Kane 'em)
I'll pee on a handball court
Wall where they paint 'em (now hold that)
I'll fuckin' yellow-stain 'em
Them niggas out of pocket with it (word)
Buck shots
Left his big man chopped to a midget
(blaow-blaow)
Rippin' crazy shit, poppin' from a Civic
Warm biscuit tryin' to put this
Nigga Starks in a barrel
Them slugs hit the wall
I assassinated his shadow (damn)
At the train yard
My tires rollin' over gravel (yeah)
I hope I hear him step on
The third rail and crackle
Now I'm hoppin' out the whip
Gotta finish this
My biggest hammer about to show
Him what the business is
Parked trains, darker rain
Ain't no witnesses (where he at?)
I swore I heard his footsteps right behind me
(word, yo) so, I turned around quick to
Do this nigga slimy
Nothin' but a black stray cat
Ran over line three (what's that?)
A homeless man rollin' cans
In a shoppin' cart (oh, shit)
And then, from top of the train, came a pop
A spark
Tried to pop back but I was locked in a arch
The nigga hit his mark right
On top of my heart (aw, damn)
My whole chest went numb and
The pain got sharp (down)
Fell face down on the ground
Saw the Timberland mark he bopped
Swingin' the gun like a pendulum arm
The silencer on the shit was
Like a Michelin part
Then everything faded out
Became of victim of Starks