The Dogs Of War - Ghostface Killah, Kool G Rap, Shawn Wigs

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, bomb 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 (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

Soprano 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 bigger 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

Wish I could 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