Take 'Em To War
Kool G Rap Lyrics


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[Chorus]
Shit ain't never gonna change... Fuck it!
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war.
Niggaz want to flip, then we take 'em to war.
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more.

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 x 2]

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 one, the known felon,
And ain't no tellin', when I'm a 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 x 2]

Here I come to get some motherfuckin' wreck, but first I gotta,
Um, 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 B-M, 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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kool G Rap's song "Take 'Em To War" are an unapologetic celebration of violence and street crime. The chorus sets the tone with the declaration that nothing will ever change and the solution is to take up arms and go to war. The verses paint a picture of a world where crime is king and a person's value is determined by their ability to carry out violent acts. The second verse in particular highlights the idea that violence is contagious and that the singer is willing to commit murder for hire. The final verse exemplifies this mentality as Kool G Rap recounts a drive-by shooting in explicit detail.


Throughout the song, Kool G Rap uses language that is graphic and confrontational, presenting himself as a hardened criminal who is not afraid to die. He references guns, ammunition, and murder with a sense of pride, painting a portrait of a world that is ruled by force and intimidation. The song is a testament to the power and allure of street life, but it also serves as a warning to those who might be tempted to follow in Kool G Rap's footsteps.


Line by Line Meaning

Shit ain't never gonna change... Fuck it!
The current state of affairs is stagnant and unchanging, and it's time to take extreme measures to enact change.


Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war.
It's time to arm ourselves and engage in violent conflict with those who oppose us.


Niggaz want to flip, then we take 'em to war.
Anyone who attempts to betray or go against us will be met with violent retaliation.


Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more.
When we inflict harm on someone, we will continue to do so until they are thoroughly broken and defeated.


I represent the murderers and felony offenders,
I am speaking on behalf of those who have committed acts of murder and other serious crimes.


Who either bought time out, to get these legal tenders.
Many of these individuals have served time in prison, only to return to a life of crime in order to attain financial gain.


(Surrender!) Nah, I'm goin' out with a bang, nigga.
I will not give up or surrender, but instead will keep fighting until the very end.


Fuck Pataki, I gotta do my thang, nigga.
I refuse to be held down or controlled by those in power, and will do what I need to do to survive and succeed.


Forty-four mag, bustin' into action.
I am armed with a .44 magnum and am ready to use it in a violent conflict.


Brains left in particles, fragments and fractions.
When I use my weapon, the result will be the complete destruction and fragmentation of my enemy's brain.


Grimm, the money stacker, heat packer.
I am a notorious criminal known for both accumulating wealth and being armed and dangerous.


I'm lurkin', I'm waitin', attackin' like a linebacker.
I am always watching and waiting for an opportunity to strike, and when I do, I do so with decisive force.


Fuck what you heard, crime pays.
Despite what others may say, I have found that committing crimes can lead to financial success.


And always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways.
I do not conform to traditional or accepted methods, even in how I hold and use my weapon.


We kill crews, hearts go numb,
We are capable of taking out entire groups of people, leaving those who remain in a state of shock and despair.


And if retaliation comes then yo, fuck it, it just comes.
If our enemies choose to retaliate against us, we are prepared to face whatever consequences may arise.


(Yo, who you?) I'm Dr. Death, motherfucker, ever heard of me?
I am a feared and respected criminal known as Dr. Death, and anyone who crosses me will face severe consequences.


Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgery.
If I have targeted you for harm, there is nothing you can do to prevent it.


I'm already dead, so nah, you can't murder me,
I have accepted the possibility of my own death, and am not afraid of dying at the hands of my enemies.


'Cause quantities of entities enter me evilly.
My life and actions have been so consumed by criminality that it has become a part of me.


Since I murder for hire, rapid fire's what I require.
As a hired killer, I need to be fast and efficient in order to carry out my tasks effectively.


Makin' niggaz perspire, so send a message through the wire.
I am a force to be reckoned with, and am capable of making even the toughest adversaries sweat with fear.


'Cause violence is contagious, it got me bustin' gauges.
I have become addicted to violent behavior, and am constantly looking for opportunities to engage in it.


The '95 Larry Davis, and I'm wettin' niggaz for wages.
I am following in the footsteps of notorious criminals like Larry Davis, and will do whatever it takes to make money, even if it means killing.


Queens is the home of one, the known felon,
Queens, New York is where I come from, and I am a well-known criminal in this area.


And ain't no tellin', when I'm a crack your fuckin' melon.
You never know when or where I may decide to attack and inflict harm on someone.


For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips.
When paid enough money, I am willing to use my weapons to damage or destroy expensive cars and other property.


Leavin' niggaz bloody, the leather seats is where the shit drips.
When I inflict harm on someone, it is often violent and messy, leaving blood stains on the seats of expensive cars.


With the pound-seven, I be creepin', rockin' niggaz, while they sleepin'.
I am always armed with a Colt 187 revolver, and am willing to sneak up on people and attack them while they are vulnerable.


Shots repeatin', leavin' faggot niggaz leakin'.
I am capable of firing multiple shots at a time, and am not afraid to use derogatory language to describe my victims.


When I cock back the iron, niggaz is dyin', marchin' to Zion.
When I prepare to use my weapon, all those who oppose me are essentially walking to their own deaths.


'Cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion.
The sounds of my gun firing are powerful and intimidating, like the roar of a lion.


Word, son, niggaz be collapsin', cause my weapons is
Those who are unfortunate enough to be hit by my weapons often collapse and fall to the ground.


Ready for action, makin' your heart catch contractions.
When I am ready to strike, my victims' hearts will likely begin beating faster in fear and anticipation of what's to come.


In the underworld, shootin' gallery niggaz lose calories,
Life in the criminal underworld is a constant state of violence and conflict, causing those involved to lose energy and stamina as they try to survive.


'Cause my salary's based on fatalities.
My income is directly tied to the number of people I kill or harm.


Here I come to get some motherfuckin' wreck, but first I gotta,
I am approaching the situation with the intent to do harm, but first I need to carry out some preparatory actions.


Um, vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set.
I am double-checking my equipment to ensure that I am fully prepared before engaging in a violent conflict.


So let a motherfucker move a muscle.
I am warning my enemies not to make any sudden movements, as I am ready to attack at any moment.


When I tussle, they'll be piecin' niggaz back like fuckin' puzzles.
When I engage in a physical altercation, the result is often violent and gruesome, leaving my enemies in pieces.


'Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringin' mad noise, a bad boy.
I have a reputation for being violent and dangerous, and will not hesitate to live up to that reputation in order to protect myself and my interests.


When I was younger, always carried guns, I never had toys.
Even from a young age, I was interested in weapons and violence, and did not engage in typical childhood activities.


Grimm, gimme the infrared, they see me, and I'm puttin' red dots on niggaz foreheads, to makin' motherfuckers Indian.
I have access to high-tech weaponry, and am able to track and target my enemies with precision, causing them to fall as if they were bowing down like Native Americans.


You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder.
If someone has a problem with me, they should be prepared to face deadly consequences, as I am willing to kill to protect myself and my interests.


'Cause I put holes in my beef, like fuckin' White Castle burgers.
I will not hesitate to inflict harm on those who oppose me, leaving them damaged and weakened like a fast-food burger with holes poked in it.


So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo' pound.
I am ready to attack someone with my weapon and will do so suddenly and forcefully.


Cock back, rock black, gun a nigga down.
In a violent conflict, I will quickly and accurately take out my target.


I see 'em, he's comin' out the fuckin' Coliseum,
I have spotted my target, who is exiting a public venue.


And hopped into a B-M, shit!
My target has gotten into a BMW and has attempted to escape.


Put in my clip, and then I dipped into the ride that my man had,
I am quickly reloading my weapon before jumping into a vehicle that my accomplice has provided for my getaway.


Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide.
We begin our escape, driving smoothly and quickly down the sidewalk.


I'm rainin' on him, (faster nigga.) oh yeah, we're gainin' on him.
I am firing my weapon at my fleeing target, with the intention of taking him out quickly.


(Oh shit, he's with somebody else.) Fuck it, put his brain on him.
Even if my target has companions, I will not hesitate to take them all out in order to protect myself and my interests.


Boom, boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seat.
There will be no survivors in a violent conflict with me, as I am willing to take drastic measures to ensure my own survival and success.


When they find him, he'll be a backseat driver.
My target will be completely incapacitated and unable to continue with his current plans and obligations.


But I ain't finished with the trigger yet, I'm lightin' up a cigarette.
I am a calm and collected killer, and am unconcerned with the aftermath of my actions.


Bang, bang, I left the other nigga wet.
I have taken out another enemy, leaving him drenched in blood and other bodily fluids.


It's G. Rap, baby, you know me. You try to hurt this,
I am a well-known criminal with a reputation for being violent and dangerous.


I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose.
If anyone tries to come after me, I will take them out completely and leave a clear and definite mark of my involvement.




Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KAREEM ALSTON, DAVID AXLEROD, PERCY CAREY, NATHANIEL THOMAS WILSON

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@roccowootton5451

Shit ain't never gonna change... Fuck it!
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war.
Niggaz want to flip, then we take 'em to war.
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more.
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.
Shit ain't never gonna change... Fuck it!
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war.
Niggaz want to flip, then we take 'em to war.
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more.
Shit ain't never gonna change... Fuck it!
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war.
Niggaz want to flip, then we take 'em to war.
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more.
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 one, the known felon,
And ain't no tellin', when I'm a 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.
Here I come to get some motherfuckin' wreck, but first I gotta,
Um, 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 B-M, 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.



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@shawncartagena664

This is the sickest song ever!

@socillizt4life

It’s seriously up there without question!
🎤🔥🎤🔥🎤🔥

@thatbronzeboij

A violent song

@ASSman864

I play this song atleast once a month. Seeing alot of new jacks here lately, glad to see G rap finally getting his recognition

@stabaholic187

Tha original ww3 track is better than this one imo .. God Fahim killed this beat too on his Supreme dump legends tape

@stabaholic187

I've had this kool g rap cassette tape for ages , but barely decided to look tha song up n comment in comment section haha

@down4whuteva830

"I put holes in my beef like fuckin' White Castle burgers.." whew 🔥

@craigbrown185

One of the hardest songs ever in my book

@th3rd3arplan3tradio

MF Grimm & Kool G. Rap, legendary.

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