The Dogs of War

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] 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 [Shawn Wigs] 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 [Ghostface Killah] 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 [Shawn Wigs] 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 [Hook: Ghostface Killah & Shawn Wigs] 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 [Movie Sample] "Yeah. That's right, nigga. What you want? (??) black ass." [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 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 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 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