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ghostface killah - the dogs of war lyrics

[verse 1: ghostface k!llah]
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 n-ggas 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 n-ggas up to the radiators

[shawn wigs]
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 n-ggas like shish kebabs

[ghostface k!llah]
toasty, roasty, they be like ghost be crazy as sh-t
they f-cking 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 sh-t
they cooking right here on the block. i’m throwing a fit
destructo, destroying houses like wreckin’ b-lls
crushing your foundation you sit somewhere, inspect the fall

[shawn wigs]
chill. back the f-ck 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 f-ck up
the chemical burns on his face, i wanna throw up
i hugged him, felt his heart beatin’, his chest breathin’
f-ck the police, son, i ain’t leavin’
scooped him, threw him in the van and split
took him back to the crib and sh-t, we gon’ fix it

[hook: ghostface k!llah & shawn wigs]
hey yo, get him (i got ’em)
we gon’ rock ’em
try dealin’ sh-t on my block, you got a problem
it’s tony starks and money migg, the og’s
schoolin’ n-ggas in these streets with no degrees

[movie sample]
“yeah. that’s right, n-gga. what you want? (??) black -ss.”

[verse 2: kool g rap]
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 n-gga aim ’em, they blowin’ like james ingram (word)
nickle plates from ’88, sh-t’ll “wrath of kane” em (kane ’em)
i’ll pee on a handball court wall where they paint ’em (now hold that)
i’ll f-ckin’ yellow-stain ’em
them n-ggas out of pocket with it (word)
buck shots, left his big man chopped to a midget (blaow-blaow)
rippin’ crazy sh-t, poppin’ from a civic
warm biscuit tryin’ to put this n-gga starks in a barrel
them slugs hit the wall, i -ss-ssinated his shadow (d-mn)
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 n-gga slimy
nothin’ but a black stray cat ran over line three (what’s that?)
a homeless man rollin’ cans in a shoppin’ cart (oh, sh-t)
and then, from top of the train, came a pop, a spark
tried to pop back but i was locked in a arch
the n-gga hit his mark right on top of my heart (aw, d-mn)
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 sh-t was like a michelin part
then everything faded out, became of victim of starks

- ghostface killah lyrics

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