Tony Yayo - Take 'Em To War lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Bury me with my enemies, dead and gone they remember me Wasn't me in the dirt n***a Power hold the show power in the P's Money bring fleas, and crack put prom queens on knees Genetics like the jeans on fiends - dirty I'm seven thirty and I feed of Queens - early I drive Bentleys and I speed off scenes - pearly Necklace all over your ex, your wife, your girly Life flies when it push it to the limit f** just getting by, that's no way to live it What the f** did you take me for? Try to take something you'll be laying on the floor There's a lot less comrades breathing than before I lose a n***a every time I leave out on a tour They don't even respect war Bullets squeezing out the four Heaven's door got to be better than anything we've seen before [Hook: Lloyd Banks] f** talking, let's take 'em to war Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor What the f** do you take me for? Eye for an eye, time to even out the score I'd rather be not here, than hungry I'm sick when I'm not near my money They want me to lose but I'ma win I made it there before and I'mma make it there again [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Bullsh** kept to a minimum Come at me on subliminal, I'ma retaliate straight You need a M-F miracle A Saddam bomb lyrical, something chemical Hungry enough to scrape plates A sure shotter, and rule sour The mall's ours, the who*es crowd us for twenty four hours Ignore cowards, stunting one of my super powers Stupid dollars, swagger and the coupe is stylin Used to violence, whole beef you medallions You've been drowning, I'm flying en route to island G-Unit soldier in the front line of the new battalion The car is German, the paint's black, the shoes Italian I don't cuddle or kiss French, shorty you whyling No need for a stylist, I'm already styling Profilin' jealousy and crowd pilin' Keep the neighborhood on edge, ain't nobody smiling for [Hook] [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Rainman, Hoffman 211 Range, bad b**h coughing Good weed expel out my lungs Re-up on a rizzy 'fore I'm done Cocaine pitching, Sandy Koufax Being broke at thirty give you the chills, Biggie wrote that Robin Leech tour, condo on ??? 211 X Jaguar, make the girls talk Earn ??? stitch, five thousand on the blazer Disrespect the head turn a n***a chaser The difference between me and you is you Mel Gibson with your b**h, and I'm a pimp My Fonzarelli flow make the hoes drool Candy paint dripping off the old school So don't merge in my lane L, chopper, or the game I built a tunnel for the cane [Hook]