Killers in spanish villas in sante fe
Eses all about hammer play
Desell marachi preferred to watch me
It's a tekilla sunrise over the sky
Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see
Got these from my nigga vatche
How big your blanks be ain't nothin scot free
I'm ready to cop three talk to me papi
Before the shots put out the nazi's
Call off your rockies
Yo pap they cockin back the glocksies
Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to
Mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click
Bread in their fingertips
The sly chick came out with three bricks
From out of the v-6, yeah mami like peep this
Yeah you got that sweetness
This ebony g's to bust open
One of the bastard get the heavenly freeze
I'm runnin with these
Yo hasta luego, amigos
And up and away we go
Before they decide to bring the beef burritos
While they count the fritos
I'm makin my way to the g-s-3-oh-oh
Big bag of the megalitos, three whole kilos
Spot about four vitos
With bullet belts filled up with torpedos
I'm leavin niggaz tore meat though when i draw heat yo
Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo
Mami? con tigo
Showdown at sunset, i'm leavin one wet
Slowly i step, my head sweats, my hand on my tec
I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
Tekilla sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
With open eyes you dead in the desert, tekilla sunrise
I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads
Makin my hand jerk from every burst i gave the first blow
Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes
Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, i swear to god fuck
She could've been a model, coke bottle figure, instead
She bent it just like a desperado, left her hair hollow
Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow?
Some cats behind some cactuses
Clappin hazardous, who these niggaz is with low shot averages
Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks
Of baby carriages, this mexican inside this lex is
Tryin to crash my shit, drivin reckless
Look like he desperate
Pulled down the tinted glass and let the tec spit
It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit
Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected
Bust back two shots
At ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops
That drew glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks
I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall they doin dew drops
Two more shots came out saloon doors
I'm blowin shit up like platoon wars
Hesitations i got no room for
Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored
Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand
Kicked the can when shit hit the fan
Fuckin around with this g rap the hitman
"this is mary white reporting live from the town of
Seenalojo, me-xi-co, where there are dead bodies
Littering the streets. details remain sketchy at
Thr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad.
Mexican authorities have just arrived on the hideous scene
And will be issuing a statement shortly.
This is mary white reporting live from the town of
Seenalojo, me-xi-co. back to you dick."
Showdown at sunset, i'm leavin one wet
Slowly i step, my head sweats, my hand on my tec
I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
Tekilla sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
[Kool G. Rap]
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit?
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit?
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
[Kool G. Rap]
Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula
Before I have to send these busters, just to warm you up
Man, Homicide be looking for whoever tore you up
Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners
I can roll up all by myself and make a street close
Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose
Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow
You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low
Free to go, deeper than six feet low
This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die
Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize
we send? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs
Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies
Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live
Chorus
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit?
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
[Johnny 2 Gunz]
Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical
Magnifico, money making myth in Mexico
You try to fuck me, yo, I'll bust you in your cherry whole
Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo
I felt the graces from the highs to the very low
One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes
Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals
Congressionals, street medal, award winners
Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow?
What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker
Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye
Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why?
While your souls floating over me, you owing me
You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me
Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty
Another faded memory, that's awful Bee
Cuz I'm still breathing steadily
[Pokaface]
You think that Pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up
And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up
You pointedly regret, I'll blaze you and your family up
You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up
Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't
Information's not to be given, making sure you won't
Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes
ATF here, but scared to get close, like in WACO
Nickel plate pros made men who make those
My red eye don't? but best believe it shakes those
Reflex reaction if i hear you disrespect the fashion
Fuck these niggas, like menage, giving them double action
Up to no good fellas, making out a faux pas
Savage niggas, turn your cabbage into cole slaw
Using my dome, causes to notify your next of kin
The snitch you looking for, he's in the trunk I left him in
[Chorus]
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit?
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit?
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
[Chorus from "Talk Like Sex" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I made the record "Talk Like Sex "
bitches are comin' up with their friends for a nigga to hit the skins.
Hopin' the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes
but I'm leavin' bitches' vaginas with more stitches than Frankenstein.
Some even had the nerve to try to give me head
and swallow the whole jimmy to make a nigga fed.
But come on you bitches, don't make me laugh;
you couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' giraffe.
Dag, some even fled when they saw the head,
cuz G's dick would make you seasick fuckin' me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me like no sucker,
cuz these bitches'll be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherfucker.
You heard the song before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll fuck you on the A-train while I write graffiti."
I'll even fuck you in a taxi cab,
and after sex with a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open your legs,
no need for no birth control, bitch, cuz my dick is touchin' the eggs.
Kool G Rap, the pussy slammer;
hell, I'd be talkin' fucked up grammar if you was Bad Mamma Jamma.
I ain't small, I'll have you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar walls into Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on bitches like Zorro,
plus fuckin' bitches so def like there won't be no pussy left tomorrow.
Hittin' hoes like it ain't funny,
I think about bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the women that look fine,
pretendin' my prick was Moby Dick and have a whale of a time.
Now I'm not a deep-sea diver,
but I love it when my dick's covered and smothered with saliva.
Shit, might even straighten out your dentures,
because it's not just a blow job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with that:
I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, bitch, if I wanna eat cats.
Because you gotta be brave to eat the tuna, G.
So when it comes to pussy-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea.
I should be on the sex channel;
not a chump cuz I'm givin' punk-bitches better humps than camels.
If you're a virgin, I'll make it fit,
because my dick'll pop the cherry and spit out the fuckin' pit.
And if you're concerned, my sperm don't burn,
and if it did, I'd give that nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, I instruct a fuckin' lesson.
You think it's painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your large intestines.
Leavin' you bitches stingin' from the bangin';
my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, that nigga's still hangin'.
Bitch, you'd rather hump a fuckin' whole army,
cuz even the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
You fuck around and catch a seizure,
before I fuck a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' saliva dribble on your nipple,
orgasms double and triple sit ripple and turn your ass into a gripple.
Then I see you searchin' for the swellin',
cuz I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist might fall the hell in.
Got damn! I hit the ham right;
honeybuns, you can ask my Three Sons, I got the Dick right out the Van Dyke.
I'm fuckin' naked girls with fly rhymes,
but don't push me, because that pussy will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you hookers can't refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys cuz I'm givin' bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that pussy hole apart,
for fuckin' with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you want kids before I fuck ya,
look at the size of my dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get open like a can;
just leave it up to G Rap, cuz I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...
featuring Chameleon
(Scarface excerpt) That chick hes with....she like me. Oh she likes you
huh? How do you know? The eyes Chico....they never lie. What are you
serious? Yeah I'm serious....What do you think? Man thats the bosses
lady you're gonna get us killed. The bosses lady? fuck you man!....the
bosses lady...huh...that guys soft....you got some of that for
me?...would you kiss me if I wear that hat?
Verse 1 (Kool G. Rap)
I had to have her, since my first glance at her
pimp stance at her
watchin' men throwin' Banjamins and Grants at her
bottles of Italy and France at her
advance at her, spit romance at her
Champagne glasses chatter
ass fatter than that actress up in Family Matters
lips thicker than Mick Jaggers
dick so hard the shit could stab her
she pushed a sick Jaguar
paint shined like it was black lacker
she carried a small gat for back up
whole shit spectacular
peepin' out her frame, walkin' in back of her
she had the hour glass shape
had my blood flowin' fast paced
past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape
mad papes, I could tell by the way she was draped
her sex mate's caked up like Drake's
he's got the crib by the lake
wanted by the jakes
for takin' powder weight outta state
they straight sorrounded his crib with tower gates
garden lookin' like a flowered wake
every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour
sex, money, and power, pussy good enough to devour
I hit her up inside the marble tiled shower
then snapped back to reality
he said her name was Valerie
dont fuck around with that Ho, a nigga's on the salary
pockets too low calorie
her man will get his cavalry
and straight turn the town to a shootin' gallery
Chorus - off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife, cross his
life just to floss his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice, torch
the night, if the thoughts is right, bodies could get lost inspite
repeat once
Verse 2: (Chameleon)
The bosses lady, I cocks the four-fifth and holds it steady baby
my man ships more weight than the fuckin' Navy
out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine
you crossed the line
fuckin' with the bosses devine
ay yo, his mans, they commit crimes
found out you tryin' to fuck with his dime
you layed your life on the line
but the cards are in my hands
I love this rich man, and fuckin' you is not in the plan
I'm out to get grands and live on my own land
so why fuck with that help?
I'm livin' in wealth, you under his belt
hourglass figure I know you felt
wonderin' how the pussy smelt
lavish taste will have you livin' in debt
fantasizin' 'bout his wifes sex,
so how could you disrespect the man
that supplies the cash for your checks?
on the low 'cause you know he blaze tecks
and you fear for whats next
your life is in debt for tryin' to get my pussy wet
realize the bigger picture
I deal with bigger figures
I got no time for affairs with the average niggas
keep the lustin' to a limit
'cause ain't no benefits in it
too much to lose if I let you hit it
you know the force is deep
and you wanna creep
thinkin' how sweet it would be if I just let you eat
but to the boss yo, I gotta stay true
the chump change won't do
so me with you isn't happenin' boo
verse 3: (Both)
(G. Rap) I like ya style, kid you get wild
let the chips pile
my clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who's big now
barkin' on shit like a (?)
lame chick you got this shit foul
we got the big bricks shipped in from miles
while I'm whippin' shit with 6 plus 6 valves
makin' millions off Fiscal
we regulated,
boo I guess you haven't heard the latest about these new agents
stackin' outrageous
(Chameleon) Yeah, I heard about the way you flip birds,
got these niggas standin' on the curb sellin' cocaine and erbs
you and my nigga exchanged words then parted ways
you swore to God all day
your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways
(G. Rap) straight gave him a harp to play
(Chameleon) I peeped your resume
(G. Rap) you with me Angel?
(Chameleon) yeah, no doubt, but I should bang you
Chorus 2X
[Kool G Rap]
I know this chick yo mami is rich she push a six
Living some bloodshed her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks they house looking slick
It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick I was the first nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit trying to peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how loose I get
I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair with, have an affair with
? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip
Probably had to get with her man and shit
Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me
to be dealing with mad feelings
And even though mami was mad appealing
Body revealing and big wheeling
This shit is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I can't fight it
I reaching for the cordless to call Miss
I insist to get with this
Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady"
"Fine and how you doing boo" (chick)
"Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through
"we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo"
About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink ? Hot shots
Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove
My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos
Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet
Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets
As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak
Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
I was getting open, started laughing and joking
We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and
Said what the deal is, the realness
My man is crazy as Bruce Willis
If he catches us, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter one
Word
Shit is real in the field
Thug love story
[G. Luciano]
So here I am
Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos
With this chick I don't even really know
Steady stressing me how ill her man is
So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway
Straight twisting mami's back out
Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep
Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock
Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man
I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures
[Kool G. Rap]
The next day about a quarter to eight
I heard a squeek on the staircase
Got the gat from under the pillow case
Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen
I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking
The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing
Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and
I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash
Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee
With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony
Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth
Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it
We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled
Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel
The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill
In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these
Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped
The other six started to pop, I feel something hot
I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped
Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in
Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin
The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat
Pulled over the Jeep get it in
And took a rest stop at the river bend
We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering
Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom
Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound
Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb
Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda
She rode the dick like a honda
I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm
My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism
Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism
I thought about the realism
Niggas coming and bring they steel with them
I got just the thing to deal with them
Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed
Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that
So quick spread out and play the layout
Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out
[G. Luciano]
Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something?
[Mami]
I'm a little worried baby
[G. Luciano]
Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright
Everything is gonna be alright
[Mami]
OK
[G. Luciano]
Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money
You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever
And we gonna get out of there, alright?
[Mami]
Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito
[G. Luciano]
Alright, grab that bag money
[Mami]
Let's do this, baby
[Kool G. Rap]
After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random
Five hundred grand is buried in the sand
We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough
She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls
I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those
Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's
Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O
Told the chick, yo you moving to slow
Speed it up baby, we got to go
And get this plane and hit the Caymans
With the payment, somebody came in
A platoon of goons with heaters aiming
I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and
Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying
But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and
Put the heater to the chicks brain and
I let my two guns drop, they got the drop
They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot
Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot
Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish
Thinking he's out to take advantage
So we're out in the fucking Atlantic
With no lifesavers and stranded
Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore
Said, "amor you won't be pretty no more"
Took us on a tour, down in the deck
Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet
Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec
Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed
We up beside a horrible mess
I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S
So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest
Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless
The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest
Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left
Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath
Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck
Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms till her soul finally left
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death
A real thug lost the only women he loved
And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above
Word
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows)
[Kool G. Rap]
New York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the regular
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor
Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
Another brother six feet under
You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken
So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc
Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son
The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up)
or make a run for it there's too many to tackle
The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice like a Snapple
So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped
Niggaz act up I back up (PI-YAH)
I bust a cap inside your fuckin hat
Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose
just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops
(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop
The younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin
to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back
The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like that
Chorus
[Kool G. Rap]
Today's headlines, another nigga dead
Six to the body and fo' to the head
Followed the red bitch in the bed full of lead
A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds
Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope
Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat
So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise
with blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes
Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news
Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos
You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper
Nothin left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper
Police are takin? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops
Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots
The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street
So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat
Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white
chalk around the body now the party has to motivate
One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green
Died at the age of seventeen
Chorus
[Kool G. Rap]
Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets
I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep
Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm slippin
Steady cockin my shit cause I already got the clip in
Now who's the first nigga to run up, here they come up
the block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they guns up
I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest
Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest
But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin triggers
Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga
But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger caps?
My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS
No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a sucker
I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfucker
Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me
Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy
Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary
Shit gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me
I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound
I see another body fallin down to the ground
Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead
Standin over his ass I put two more inside his head
That's three niggaz down, only got one nigga to go
I gots to send his ass to the gravedigger so
I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up
Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up
Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out
Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out
the back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down
right on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelled
[verse 1]
I knew a youngster met him at 14 a very short scene
Fiendin to make his dreams come true but see money was caught mean
Started runnin wild and livin life type of foul that was my shorty's style
But deep down in heart he was still only a child
He was typin nice at ball if he had height y'all
Mighta been 'nba today' instead i watched his life fall
Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks
Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped
Started committin murder after murder
Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him like a burger
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
And this type of street violence today happens too often
It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin
People droppin a rose when the casket is closed
Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga
It's bout whose draw is quicker
So to my shorty dog puzzled i'm pledgin
Died at the age of 17, brooklyn east new york legend
(tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another
[verse 2]
Thinkin back when i was chillin with k-von, but now he's long gone
So i carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on
Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods
Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good
Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars
Then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards
Then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up
Started bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up
Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights
On the double a fast life, that's when he seen his last nights
Out on the street runnin from the heat
Then got locked up from (happy new year!)
All the way down to (new year's eve!)
The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes
Got back on crackin, i let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes
And then another sad story is headed for me
When i found out another soldier died in the territory
So in memory of my dog i write a lyric
Straight hopin melodies travel from my mind to your spirit
Hear it when i get biz for k-von, i'm pledgin
Died on 104 northern boulevard, corona, queens legend
(tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3x
(tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
la la la, la la la la
la la la la LA
la la la, la la la la
la la la la LA
[Kool G. Rap]
Last night, got caught in a gunfight, I think it was like
four niggaz clutchin they burners and bustin
but only could see one in sight
The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe
He wanted my life, come at a nigga
with a gun and a knife
He tryin to make the wiped out nigga layin up under the white
But I ain't tryin to go up in no dark tunnel
and burn to the light
And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night
And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe
with one in my pipe
But I'm not one of the type, and I'd rather lose all hung on the mic
Than to be up in the yard receivin CPR
at one in the night
Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son'll be hyped
And I've played mother nature before
so yo I'm clappin thunder tonight
I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright
Send him to kiss Christ, and let my shit slice
in front of him twice
Let one splice, cause fuckin with price, ain't tryin to be nice
I want him on ice, no back home
to a son and a wife
He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice
Nigga was all enticed to lead his life sheist
but none of it's nice
I peeped shit, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright
instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight
you son of a dykes
With one in the pipe, I'm aimin to light the one on the right
They all deceased, so yo my asspiece
get hunted for life
Four niggaz cut down, and I can receive one hundred to life
up in a jailcell, that's crawlin with lice
and runnin with mice
Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice
Slow biz and no kid's nigs
start runnin my wife
Only got one life, yo get this fuckin, gun outta my sight
Back at the house, after midnight
Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin'
Wasn't livin' like thanks giving, I was turkey without the stuffin'
Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse
Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin' to feed 4 mouths
Wasn't rockin' girbauds, I barely had clothes and when it snowed
And temperatures droppin' below zero, you know I froze
No Cd's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire
With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers
Had nothin' in my cabinet, but cans of raid
I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door
To borrow a cup of sugar for my kool-aid
I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin'
'Cause my winter coat got lost buttons
And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped
I never remembered the brother was straight fat cat
Not even a big mac black, I had kid castle topped with crackerjacks
Walkin' the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet
And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek
So much for getting humped from the stunts, I always struck out
The one y'all likes is takin' hikes if you can't pull a buck out
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah
It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back
Get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road jack
Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from corona
With a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin' than Tony rhoma's
In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a muscle
Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle
Standin' down on the corner slangin' fat rocks to bottles
With the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin' my back hobbes
Makin' mad Lucci, bought up Louis vuitton Gucci
Hoochies callin' me boochi, while they smooch me, givin' up the coochie
Now I'm a felon, started sellin' and splittin' melons
I started gellin', to tellin' police just 'cause I was swellin'
Hangin' out on the corner playin' cee-lo, rollin' for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin' below
Yeah, straight gettin' fortunate, as long as fees was torchin' it
It started gettin' hot around the block, the cops was scorchin' it
But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me
'Cause business is drugs is gettin' too risky
So now I just lamp, collect stamps
Snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah
I got put on by DJ polo, cut the record, it's a demo
And started chillin' in limos with champagne and tinted windows
Hoppin', no time for pages, sportin' gold chains and rings
Clockin' money and fame, nothin' changed, I'm still the same
Just spendin' 20's and 10's at women pullin' on my linen
And grinnin' 'cause I was winnin' in this game from the beginning
The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill
So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills
I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos
Stole my dough, you still below, now I prefer cigars and blow mo'
So catch a flashback, of a G. rap track, attacked, like a head crack
That's smack, through your cap, with the lead black
And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin' from off my
Two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux
So peep Kool G. rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl
Straight up kid, I'm blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
Featuring missjones
[missjones]
Don't you know that G Rap's straight thuggin
And you know you can't stop the shine
[Kool G Rap]
Uhh uhh
Kool G Rap Underworld Illville
(Whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna do?)
Whattup whattup whattup
Uhh uhh
Daddy Bigbucks got the forty five cal' tucked
Giovanni style tux see the Cristal erupt
Be up at the bar what? Diamonds carved and cut
The sluts get starstruck wonder if the car's what
the new BM, rimmed up, the Navigator truck
Feet be like skinned up in only gator stuff
For fly mami get hemmed up, she got the Jada cuts
These cats pushin they lens up, they can't hate enough
They countin what I spend up, already made enough
to live plush, you must eat out a fat plate of mush
Got what you lust, the Bulgari smothered with slush
Yours covered with rust, diamonds studded with dust
Mine flooded with crush, rides big as a bus
Thirty-two plus, what can you and your crew do to us
but look in disgust, plot to seize the shinin sea
From coppin the V-T-W-E-L-V-E
Pissed off at G's but we don't believe in knockin knees
We cock and squeeze, and leave some shit shot and breeze
Attractin these chicks mixed, black and japanese
And slappin these nitwits, with fat stacks of G's
Bag your rat, she should lack, grabbin the back of threes
On her knees, see more semen than all the seven seas
She goldminin, lookin for new fashion designin
Rings with rocks blindin cause my world started shinin, uhh
Chorus: missjones and G Rap
[mj] Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?
[GR] When you see mines and can't stop the shine
Sippin wine from up a little grapevine
Too much ice up on the wrist to tell the time
[mj] Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?
[GR] When you see me up in the 6 with a dime
Yeah, chicks of all kinds, mad concubines
Will you cock the nine and sneak me from behind?
[Kool G Rap]
My jet leaves, down to the beaches in the West Keys
With jet skis, only sex G's, with S-E's
and Lex G-S-3's, cheese to bless G
Baguettes be the ice makin my neck and chest freeze
Vietnamese, Tibetan G's with wet beads
in sets of three, breasts in 3-D that slept with me
The sexy, beauty of the week of the? G's
Bangladesh G's, on the other side of the Red Sea
The lefty, sippin Remi inside the Pepsi
Jew-els shinin, holdin down what you fell behind in
Mink shit with silk linin, penetrate right through
your hymen, handle a nine like I'm Lex Diamond
Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get those
Fly clothes, slip those, spot foes then we hit those
The whole click glow, click the sickoes
with the chick-o's, hit the ones with the six-oh's
Hollow tops spit those, let the dough pile
Leave no profile, drama wild leave you layin Castellano style
with? llama cows, whole click be kinda wild
On a mission, get the death kiss end up missin
Kool G. Rap]
Yo it's a hit you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with you better duck quick
or get your shit split with infinite shit from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Yo it was midnight and rainy and spotted these three Panamanians
Gold chains and carryin Iranians
Pulled out to stain me and these cats might try to flame me
and shit might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien
Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in
Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium
Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and
from Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal
Drew the Eagle, blew about two
and made one of the two see-through, but I still see two
of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal
shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal
alien-ass niggaz out of the grass
Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast
Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed
The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave
Went to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly
Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz tried to hit me
Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly
I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet
"Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy
"Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy"
We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day
Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay?
Make it about 3: 38, straight, this is what you say
"Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away"
If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our way
to this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness
and watchin, horses racin with other bosses
Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned
He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one
Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung
He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb
Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
February 14 in '95, time about 4: 45
I'm coppin pies in a highrise
Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies
Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize
Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs
Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua
Arriba, flashed the heat now
she started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in
Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and
became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs
But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like Morgan
Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin
Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then
the nigga spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days
in the small caves, I'm dazed and shit
She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit
OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit
and left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit
Emptied the clip, then replaced it
Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted
wasted, spirit eras-ted
Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it
The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shit
Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit
One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit
My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted
Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room
and saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it
Left out the front door like we ain't do shit
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
(Talking) whasup girl?, I know that ya man and all but yo, what you see
in that nigga? you need to get with a nigga like me, for real, does he
got one of these GS-4's? Navigator system and everything, word up...
Chorus - (Singing) Thats all I wanted, was someone special, someone
sacred in my life, Baby won't you be my Daddy Figure...
Verse 1
I regulated you from fake dudes to lake views
minks with laced jewels
nails, hairdo's and facials
placed you in snake shoes
did it up right, took the six night seven day cruise
the beige creludes
your pockets stay full, upgraded you, made me wait too
I made you my suede boo, main chick, wifey and Angel
put ten Karrots on your wrist, five on your ankle
my whole angle, allow you in my triangle
to shine and twinkle, eat steak off a platinum single
these other cats is rectangles, they sweat bad girls
they Bullwinkles, tricks of Rip Van Winkles
but now you mingle with a real cat that gets the Pringles
and all you gotta be is thankful that we can see the sea food menu's
push whips, hit all the venues
fly gear sharp as Ginsu's
stare at the other pairs of gym shoes
as long as you continue, to keep it genu
never pretend to, I know its in you
the true Mommi, jigged out female Armani
with tight Nani, sippin' on Cristal and Donny
roll with mad Parmesani
pretty the most, no lactose, had to play you close
fataly attracted like Glen Close
made other men ghost
staright overdose of high post
you rollin' with me, rich mans wife live your life in luxury,
deluxe VP's
hologram covered T.Vs
300 E with the CD
sip Martini's in Tahiti
Jamaican Rum inside the Kiwi
play the major leagues, them other cats is pee-wee
they see me and you boo, plush cribs in Malibu
I'll profile with you, push my whip a mile or two
you can have it all 'cause I like the style in you
all you gotta do is be real and stay true
chill in the Jacuzzi with the G tatoo by ya lap boo
we can run around and act fool
your Daddy Figure, the one that got love for you kid...
Chorus 2X
Verse 2:
Yo, we could sip ale on rocks
sail on yachts
rock the Rolex watch with hail on top
boot knock, eat Lobster tail on docks
Cristal inside the ice pail dont stop
drop top, SEL, cell on lock
gift shop, come out of Bloomingdales on cots
you think not? you could see though
go from Moschino to Tuxedo's
as long as you only fuck me though
house with the twin gazebo's
Ceelo's, with the Champaigne orders by the waters of Puerto Rico
peep the live show featuring Tito
rockin' your fly Donna's
private jet to the Bahamas
you still knockin' all the Mommas
premadonna on the set
mad fly jewels around the neck
cut perfect
the linen skirt set
didn't even flip the long Sable fur yet
the iced out burgette with the matchin' purse set
five thousand when the Shanelle was purchased
strictly for the purpose
I stress you to roll with mine
lookin' live
close from a day old drive, push a five
jet ski drive, skooba-dive
live not survive, tryin' to keep it alive
watch the sun rise, clear blue skies
too fly
the sunshine got the ice blindin' your eye
high priced merchandise shipped over shores
seven Karrots out of Paris on the Concord
with a fine broad
bottle of wine poured
bungalos
bundles of ones with O's
braodway shows, fly condos
sweet as Pendinico, Tiger skins Albino
live with Tony Bennet on piano, white lacker combo
me and you cat, yo, we can see that, you in the new Spider
me inside the navy blue Viper
with the pipers, covered in some silk fibers
millionaire type of wife to, brighten ta life up
got you under the wing
maybe run you my name
everything one and the same
your Daddy Figure who adore you
spend for you
bend for you
hurt up other men for you
down to bust around for you
stick somebody in the ground for you
kid, I'll hold it down for you
I'll catch a round for you
I'll lounge for you
you know the deal, I love you to death just keep it real yo...
Intro/outro: repeat 2x
Foul cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up
Two in the head leaded up
Call the coroners to make they bed up
Infrared shit from neck up
Before they got to lit the tec up
[kool g rap]
It was a setup my nigga got hit they blew his chest up
The hollow tips ripped his vest up son is messed up
And blessed up; call my cast up it's time to dress up
Four-fifth and smith-n-wessed up, ready to press up
And fuck their nest up, the enemy is hennessey to sessed up
Actin up, hit my motherfuckin man up
Never again will he stand up, yo big jan hook the plan up
Pull the masks, pull the van up
These niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats
Yo fuck that, i can't see that, where them niggaz be at?
Where they hang at? where they live at? where they slang at?
(aiyyo son one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome gat
This hoodrat know where the nigga home at)
Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone that
This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back
His whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started cruisin
Up the boulevards and avenues-n, i'm short fusin
And two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losin
We hit the strip pickin up clues and
We on the heels of this nigga shoes and
Out the blue when, we see the chick the nigga screwin
Pushin his whip with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece
To this nig's beefs, this bitch named charise
From east new york, listen bitch, you better talk
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want you
We want your man, you understand?
The hoe said, "please, i got his house keys, the nigga got
Five keys and mad cheese, a hundred g's"
Lie to me bitch you gettin one of these
Four-five c's in both knees, she said, "honestly i promise g
I'm not lying," then the hoe started crying
We hit the road me and my niggaz flying
To the crib in jackson heights, the nigga live three flights up
He type buck, but i ain't givin a fuck
Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go first in case
The nigga buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all started creepin, he stretched out
Up on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my cats standin there
Just peepin, money's about to get laced
My nigga ty threw a glass of whiskey in his face
Big jan ready to blaze the place; he on his way
To amazing grace -- nigga woke up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he knew he was done
You hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one
Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room
To heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black
Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain
Went from being restrained to mad 'tane
Less than a moment nigga started zonin
His mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by the omen
His bitch was reachin for the phone and, i had to smack her
With the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin
Cocked back, i had to finish this, know my stee'
We leave no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the premises
I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be living in luxury what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy in the black tux over there with Lucky
Bring my heater niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me and touch me
I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly said
"Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across the persian rug to plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so Nino
do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty
who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson
Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger
Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder
Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's
Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy
tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami
Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead
Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow
but most of the niggaz on his team was yellow
Cold blooded veins flowin with red Jell-o
There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas
Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers
Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no
to veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo
Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go
without ever lettin the whole police force know
Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's scroll
Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out
They shot him at a pay phone
with the big chrome, his whole wig blown
Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc
Family got hit up with automatics
Non-stop static inside the rackets
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage
The underworld was goin savage
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with
Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa
Moved on it closer get the toaster
Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur
Beef over, I blew him like a supernova
Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober
Act like you got a chip on your shoulder
And blast the two right through your boulder
Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya
Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor
Operations from here to Minnesota to Dakota
But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
He whispered in my eardrum
"Let's take over the entire city, and split the dough
Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"
No doubt before we go we gotta murder John Torre
Ninety-five, keep it live
Yeah, to make papers, know I'm sayin'?
Motherfuckin' Kool G. Rap and B1
And my motherfuckin' man Grimm
Just comin' with somethin' to keep the brain stem
It's Big 1, son, Jamaica Queens is the turf
And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth for what it's worth
It's the MC extraordinaire, the jewels glare
The God is rare, I'm takin' bitches back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin' niggaz to they drawers
No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers
Now, I'm sippin' Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17
As the sirens race to the scene
Tryin' to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
Seats for Carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo
I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
That turn small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin' for my appetizer
Blowin' like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphernalia and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin' beer with two
Handlin' business properly, form a monopoly
Stoont property, if not, another robbery
I'm puttin' forth the effort, murder's the method, the steak is peppered
Son, when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic
I gotta flip these bricks
'Cause bein' broke drive me insane
(Money's on my motherfuckin' brain)
From O-Z's to ki's
The triple beam brings fame to my name
(Money's on my motherfuckin' brain)
Niggaz be scheamin' and teamin' but still I maintain
(Money's on my motherfuckin' brain)
'Cause money and murder go hand in hand
It ain't nothin' but a game
(Money's on my motherfuckin' brain, son)
Cryin', hopin' God forgive me for the ones I killed
But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills
Like McDonald's makin' mills servin'
Fuck a Landcruiser, now, pulls a cab to Suburbans
Stressed out, sittin', thinkin' past bed time
Scared, can't sleep, nightmares about fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that
Fat shit, I'm talkin' code 'cause my phone's tapped
Crack heads worship me like I'm Jesus
Uncle Sam can't stand me 'cause I'm fuckin' all his nieces
Cuties every color, who I wanna fuck next?
Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini trunk next
Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck Tecs
A large ratio in this game dies
But I'm flippin' pies til the Senate legalize
I gotta flip these bricks
'Cause bein' broke drive me insane
(Money's on my motherfuckin' brain, you know?)
From O-Z's to ki's
The triple beam brings fame to my name
(Money's on my motherfuckin' brain)
Niggaz be scheamin' and teamin' but still I maintain
(Money's on my fuckin' brain)
'Cause money and murder go hand in hand
It ain't nothin' but a game
(Money's on my motherfuckin' brain)
I'm sportin' flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Benz with the chrome rims
Presidential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled with lucci, leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in restaurants, eatin' shrimp, scampi and sushi
Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside Cuban links
Lookin' [Incomprehensible], brothers stink
Got loot like I'm doin' banks
Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami
Front row seats up at the Grammys, the broke niggaz can't stand me
Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I step up in 'em rockin' Kangols
Straight up fakin' no jacks 'cause all my crack shacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track like Amtrak
So stand back 'cause I'ma make whatever it takes
To shake Jakes and shoot snakes
And bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's
Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of Seville
Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor 'cause I'm ill
It's war but no more kids are bein' kidnapped, matter of fact
Ain't with the shit black, I was young when I did that
There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs, split like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin' bodies
Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti
Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin' bank teller
The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin' drug seller
I gotta flip these bricks
'Cause bein' broke drive me insane
(Money's on my motherfuckin' brain)
From O-Z's to ki's
The triple beam brings fame to my name
(Money's on my motherfuckin' brain)
Niggaz be scheamin' and teamin' but still I maintain
(Money's on my fuckin' brain)
'Cause money and murder go hand in hand
It ain't nothin' but a game
Verse 1:
Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach spliffs
who's ro's drip enough to hold drifts and float ships?
no mo' shifts, I hold enough chips to toast Criss
It's G. Rap, the cat thats on your wanted most list
I wrote this so you could sweat this and soak this
make you lose ya focus with raps stronger than coke is
we're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like posters
left for the vultures, we DT's pickin' up cultures
three-thousand volt ya just like the thrid rail
and if you heard shells a herb fell
swift with the words well
jakes on my dirt trail
kicked up enough dust to hurt cells
swerve in SL's, niggas feel me like my shirt's brail
curve the jail cell for jakes that wanna H-block those
niggas in Paco's keep the blocks froze and the shops closed
where the pot grows, young cats coppin' the drop Roves
get the Nacho's, and no cops show when the shots blow
shit's red hot though, the streets remain flooded with D's
bundles of Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees
the main crime wave
we handle the beef in .9 ways
get your mind grazed
my teck-nine sprays your spine blades
when it gets too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays
put all you cats in cradles if you crave divine ways
diamond? rays blindin' you with my shine glaze,
unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase
Chorus - Wanted for?, major operations, distribution (G. Rap is down
with a mafioso posse) Wanted for? major operations distribution,
rackateerin', prostitution, and paid execution
Verse 2:
My corporation's body casin', watch where you pacin'
thug orchestration, this is live niggas you facin'
we paper chasin', for that million baby we lacin'
Fifty Caliber gat embracin'
leavin' you wit' legs without sensation
who's full of malice? what thug's the wildest?
act childish and get your body sent to a stylist
who live the foulest? be grippin' cannons 'till my hands is kalused
pile this paper longer than malice from Ney York to Dallas
purchase a palace, sip Collatas with the whole brigata
bodies get dropped while I attend the opera
land on Casino roofs in Helicopters in Las Vegas Nevada
can't stop until I got a Casa up in Trump plaza
929 Mazda, foreign chicks talkin' with accents like they Sza Sza
cream like Iri Amin Dada
thug saga, slugs burn you like they lava
you and ya bimbo get hit up through ya car window
creep on your benz slow and let ten blow
from out the darkest shadow
my aim's straight as an archers arrow
I'll spark this barrel
hit my target even if the mark is narrow
lay you like a pharoah
with fragments inside your bone marrow
get your wig flown just like a sparrow.
4 5 6 is in the mix I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack time to get the bread black!
4 5 6 is in the mix I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack time to get the bread!
I rolled on every cee lo corner that I know inside the city
Kiddies I got a fat mitt in my pocket lookin pretty
So who wanna get paid on the block? A thousand's in the pock'
Now go and grab your knots from the stash spot
I shake them up and shake them up roll and I break em up
Two ? and a pound-cake ("Yeah nigga, wake em up!")
Keepin my fingers wrapped around the joint in case niggaz
start brawlin, because I see em FALLIN to the strong point
One by one they losin down the line
A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me mine! ("Damn nigga!")
I grab the dice, place your price, all you men are mice
Riffin as I'm sippin on a Heineken and gettin nice
I shake em up they papes are gettin dead, nigga sittin on a Beretta
said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better
Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry bitches
I put the kisses on my fists and rolled the triple sixes
And once again it be the point, that I shoot
that be puttin crazy loot, in the pocket of my army suit
Now who wanna come throw another round
I rolled a fo', a six, hold up, NOW I seen a fuckin pound
Yeah you nigga know what the name of the game is
I'm in yo' anus, cee-lo you know that shit that made a nigga famous
Because I'm on the ding-dong, I can't go wrong
Rollin for two hours long and STILL rollin strong
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
"Bettin Grants with the cee-lo champs" -> Nas
I make em sweat from beginners to the vets, I'm a threat
Some niggaz double up on they fifty bets
I gotta be nice to the dice, so I'm talkin to em
I step back, gave a snap on the sidewalk and threw em
Nigga went and put his foot in the way see, and tried to ace me
now I've got niggaz rollin to that bitch Tracy
Yeah, but Tracy ain't so gentle, niggaz thought she was simple
and loses with two deuces and a fuckin pimple ("A loser!")
I crack another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
Who threw that 2-U? I'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
One by one niggaz come payin, that fell to the trey and
furlough inside the bait, that's what a nigga sayin
Your luck is tough, I'm makin enough to buy a kilo
Uh-oh, look out below, I think I rolled another cee-lo
Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that
And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is at
One more test, and niggaz quittin, that's zero
Broke, cryin broke, I'm doin backstrokes in cee-notes
Crazy pockets are empty, what a god damn shame
Niggaz you know the name of the game - word the fuck up!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
"Bettin Grants with the cee-lo champs" -> Nas
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
"Bettin Grants with the cee-lo champs" -> Nas
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread!
I rolled on every cee-lo corner that I know inside the city
Kiddies, I got a fat mitt in my pocket lookin pretty
So who wanna get paid on the block? A thousand's in the pock'
Now go and grab your knots from the stash spot
I shake them up and shake them up roll and I break em up
Two? and a pound-cake ("; Yeah nigga, wake em up!";)
Keepin my fingers wrapped around the joint in case niggaz
Start brawlin, because I see em FALLIN to the strong point
One by one they losin down the line
A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me mine! ("; Damn nigga!";)
I grab the dice, place your price, all you men are mice
Riffin as I'm sippin on a Heineken and gettin nice
I shake em up they papes are gettin dead, nigga sittin on a Beretta
Said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better
Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry bitches
I put the kisses on my fists and rolled the triple sixes
And once again it be the point, that I shoot
That be puttin crazy loot, in the pocket of my army suit
Now who wanna come throw another round
I rolled a fo', a six, hold up, NOW I seen a fuckin pound
Yeah you nigga know what the name of the game is
I'm in yo' anus, cee-lo you know that shit that made a nigga famous
Because I'm on the ding-dong, I can't go wrong
Rollin for two hours long and STILL rollin strong
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
"; Bettin Grants with the cee-lo champs"; -> Nas
I make em sweat from beginners to the vets, I'm a threat
Some niggaz double up on they fifty bets
I gotta be nice to the dice, so I'm talkin to em
I step back, gave a snap on the sidewalk and threw em
Nigga went and put his foot in the way see, and tried to ace me
Now I've got niggaz rollin to that bitch Tracy
Yeah, but Tracy ain't so gentle, niggaz thought she was simple
And loses with two deuces and a fuckin pimple ("; A loser!";)
I crack another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
Who threw that 2-you? I'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
One by one niggaz come payin, that fell to the trey and
Furlough inside the bait, that's what a nigga sayin
Your luck is tough, I'm makin enough to buy a kilo
Uh-oh, look out below, I think I rolled another cee-lo
Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that
And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is at
One more test, and niggaz quittin, that's zero
Broke, cryin broke, I'm doin backstrokes in cee-notes
Crazy pockets are empty, what a god damn shame
Niggaz you know the name of the game - word the fuck up!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
"; Bettin Grants with the cee-lo champs"; -> Nas
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
[Kool G. Rap:]
Last week I beat my bitch up in the street for lyin to me
She thought she caught a cutie but didn't know the nigga knew me
He said he had but one or two affairs with the booga bear
All a nigga could do was try to act like he don't fuckin care
I was about to drop the hammer on this nigga
Till grip pulled out his wallet and he had my bitch's pictures
That undercover lover bullshit was now discovered
Can't wait to see this bitch 'cause I'm a beat her ass in public
I went to her sister's house, drove by her momma's
I even stepped to poppa duke's house to bring the drama
Lookin up the block, yeah hold up, yeah there goes that bitch
From a mile away yo I could tell my bitch is switched
So I ran up on her, hey wassup bitch I got a question
If your lot of Smith & Wessons gonna teach ya ass a lesson
You ever fucked around on me before? "Hell no! " *smack*
"Yo what you hit me with that gun for? "
Bitch why you lyin, bitch you've been cheatin
Now I gotsa to give your motherfuckin ass a beatin
I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach
Take off all my motherfuckin jewellery, bitch runnin
I stomped her and I kicked her and I punched her in the face
Some people crowded around but nobody got out of place
Don't want heroics, "Hey buddy" - aiyyo money don't get in this
"Hey miss you alright? " - motherfucker mind your business!
I'm bashin her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger
But a nigga got to hit her till I see her face get bigger
I'm sick of all the bullshit, tired of all the nonsense
So I pistol whipped the bitch till her ass fell out of conscious
Now she's all bloodied up, layin in that red shit
Bitch press charges, I guarantee you she's a dead bitch
The first time you play me is your last
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my bitch ass
[Chorus:]
"Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin? "
"Hey mister mister" - keep walking past!
"Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin? "
Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my bitch ass!
[Kool G. Rap:]
I'm baggin up mad shit, puttin it on the street
I never snorted but I find myself shorted every weekend
Shit is disappearin and I'm lookin for the logic
Of why my shit gets lower every time I count the profit
It never fails again, these bitches drawers they go back up
One hundred here, two hundred here, but all that shit adds up
So I'm layin for the traitor
So I can put foot in they ass 'cause I'm a motherfucking bitch hater!
So I'm peepin out the spot for a week
If I catch one of these bitches stashin bread she'll be dead meat
I took one to the bath and tried to knock it
Feelin on her ass, hey yo bitch what's this in your pocket?
Aha finally caught your ass!
The bitch had my cash, I rolled up inside her stash
She started coppin a plea but I ain't really tryin to hear her
I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror
I threw her right on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties
Now a nigga's ready to shove his dick up in her fanny
I hit the bitch like one more time and then I just said fuck it
Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my dick and made her suck it
I'm rammin my dick inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke
Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot come down her throat
I beat her and I dissed the bitch for tryin to steal my cash
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my bitch ass
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A nigga livin foul (repeat 2X)
As I steps inside the playground
I lays down my laws at the door
and any nigga that's lookin for trouble
gotsta face these silver double-four's
that I be packin on my hip, hollow-tips inside the clip
Ready to rip a niggaz shit and make his wig slip
to the side as a homocide's commited
I gets rid of niggaz quick cause ain't no bullshit permitted
I'm a outlaw, the motherfuckin villain doin killings, I won't stop
until the morgue got bodies stacked up to the fuckin ceiling
And ain't no drivebys, a mag and a bag lady, disguised and surprise
you got a hole between your fuckin eyes
Niggaz is grazed, catchin strays from the blaze
Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my shit sprays
Crazy brains hangin, and niggaz veins are swingin
Bangin and gunslingin, even my own fuckin ears are ringin
cause what I carry's much bigger than Dirty Harry's
Do a Hail Mary, I make Bloody Mary's out of your capillaries
Pieces of flesh, hangin off a niggaz chest, cause the vest
that he dress, couldn't FUCK with the Smith and Wess'
Motherfuckers runnin for miles, bodies stacked up in piles
I'm killin executioner style
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A nigga livin foul -- "I kill em executioner style" -> G. Rap
(repeat 2X)
I keeps my forty-five loaded with dum-dums, in rear I hold this
right at my waist for just in case somebody gots to get exploded
Cause G. Rap ain't that nigga that try to play so nigga lay low
or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo
Clown, keep fuckin around, and you'll be dead G
I'm spttin out the lead see, to split your fuckin head like the Red Sea
Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber
Dangerous stranger, with itchy trigger fingers like Lone Ranger
I'm comin to split your cabbage like a savage
and put two in yo' ass bitch
and one inside the wifey and the baby carriage
So head for the hills, I kills niggaz for thrills
Causin crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill
I will pull out the glock to clear the blocky when I cock it
Get laid and played out of pocket with a rocket in your eye socket
So raise up queers, and say your fuckin prayers
I've been killin for years, huntin motherfuckers like reindeers
If one nigga's left standin, I'll squeeze the cannon (BOOM)
Opened his motherfuckin ass like the Grand Canyon
Layin faggot niggaz like towel when I gets wild and fouol
I'm killin executioner style
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A nigga livin foul -- "I kill em executioner style" -> G. Rap
(repeat 2X)
I take ten paces, draw my shit, and aim at niggaz faces
Leavin no traces so a nigga's BEATIN body cases
I'm wettin shit up, you get hit up, by the super soaker
Brain after brain, I'm a motherfuckin chain smoker
Cause it's the rootin tootin with the six-shooter
Put a hole in your trooper so big niggaz can hula hoop ya
Liftin them Smith and Wessuns like the westerns
I blow out a niggaz intestines, and send him back to the fuckin essence
Bullet rows, blows out the nose of my fo'-fo'
Gunnin down all you bozos who run and call for po-po
Send in paramedics and bring a lot of antisthetics
Motherfuckin bodies are beheaded, niggaz are shredded
So nigga get ready to meet your fuckin fate, when I send six trey-eight
straight into your motherfuckin chest plate
G. Rap been murderin niggaz since a child, you can go and check my files
I'm killin executioner style
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A nigga livin foul -- "I kill em executioner style" -> G. Rap
Giancana back at y'all niggaz
This shit is bigger than killin the President
Ignor-Entertainment up in this motherfucker y'all
[Verse One]
It's nothing! Infrared beams laser the place
Two straps, radiate at the waist, I'm a marksmith
Them things bark man, sprayin with haste
Shit razor gladiator your face, soakin your strip
Hoodied up, loc in the whip, pokin the clip
Arm extended out the window, chokin the fifth
Legend or myth seek a Taliban, hit Babylon
Don't misinterpretate the smile of a Don, I'm fowl as a swan
Get at you, spit at you with ya child in ya arms
Clap at your bitch, full semi'matics eclipse
Display rage like an evil omen
Trust me in the backseat when you drivin
I'll pop your fuckin cerebral open
Take position when them snakes hissin
End up nickel-plate kissin, out of state missin
Get gravelled in the battles and wars, rattle the four
Cause cattle when you rhyme big you sound like you horse
Let's do it
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
It's nothing! Dudes'll talk like they killers
But they eyes can't disguise the fact they really fear us
It's nothing! Them big rims on the truck
That slim hoe that you pluck? That flossin'll get you stuck dude
It's nothing! This ain't your ordinary rap
It's extrordinary scrap - Cris', pour the Henny back like
It's nothing! (What's my name?) G Rap, Giancana
No throwbacks are fitted, we own rap and spit like
It's nothing!
[Verse Two]
Five star general ranked in the game I don't respect y'all seargeants
I wreck you varmints, eject them comments, and wet y'all garments
I bank sure as the flames from out them Texas orange
Keep fresh hoes in flesh and bondage, collect and garnish
This ain't a threat it's a promise; give you a hospital bed
and a harness, reps get tarnished if you don't hit that deck
for homage and beg for your pardon, G Rap head of the squadron
Kid be sent to alarmin; you flipped and stepped out of margin
You infuriated the Gods and the stars and
The sky's bout to thunder, you low-life come out from under
About to heat your winters and drought your summers
One right up on your fort, forty-five Colt buckin the horse
Give your body your nuts in divorce
Dick in the dirt, you flip to the earth
Check where the hit tip grippin the shirt
Get a flashback, flick to your birth
It's war for you mo-rons, we wave four arms
Draw with arms, more arms and more arms and more arms
G Rap Giancana that raw Don made my bones
When I was a young buck I played with chrome
Blaze Stallone, get your brains blown, grazin the dome
Get my stage on, the rage is on, my nigga
.. Yo chill G
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
Verse One: Kool G Rap
Champagne wishes of caviar dreams? a penis didn't cream?
With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half
Three major players gettin papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus
Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke without the Cola
Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son
Chorus
Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Nas Escobar
Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my niggaz be
The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores
A perpendicular, angle of the clout war
Police searchin up my Lex over who's petrol
My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed
The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's
Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs
These years I got they names in my swears
Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby down
Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs
The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic
Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance
Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent
It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys
The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal
Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal
*singer* Brother you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh
Brother you've got to make it happen
When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah
Verse Three: G Rap, Nas
[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard
[Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot
[Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
[Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships
[Rap] Bodies on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice
[Rap] Gamblin Grants
[Nas] Handlin stamps
[duo] Moves are sheist
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes
[Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes
[Nas] True
[Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour
Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces
My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
Servin us Dom P my cliquo
Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside? perico?
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks
sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks
and got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills
Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
[Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings
Chorus
Get 'em up now
Ladies, get 'em up now
Niggas, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
The killas, the dealers, get 'em up now
My Gorillas, get 'em up now
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
(Background): feeling like coming through
Yo somebody wanna Giancana mark for death
What a hard test spark your best
Better aim for the heart and chest stay sharp when you park the Lex
Twenty police better guard your rest laying down for gods to bless
Sixteen ain't hard to catch, think you could dodge the rest?
I was coming to you, hard to guess?
What nigga hot better not nod the rest
In the front yard a mess should of rocked a larger vest
Wifey and ma' depress news impress mob the rest
This sketch like an architect
We march whit techs (background: march whit techs)
Gorilla to death nigga start to rep (background: start to rep)
Break a thug nigga with a hearts of vets (background: hearts of vets)
Shoot 'em in the wrist lost Bagguetts
Got a trade pound god depress one tattoo scar a flesh
If I ain't dead up ion the harbor wet
Read the beam with a flash of light kid blast to the afterlife
Lift off to the traffic light
Come through a nigga money better have it right
Kid never do a bid I'ma pass the kite
Somebody get slashed tonight (huh)
Splash top the casket right
Shaqueen] (repeat 2x)
Got up in the club now play the wall, get 'em up now
Somebody wanna act up start the brawl, get 'em up now
My whole clique ain't afraid at all
Bust my guns (get 'em up) at all of y'all, get 'em up now
You gotta go down now for the team, get 'em up now
Run for the front door duck the beam, get 'em up now
Punk all bloody shake the scene
Say what you(get 'em up) want don't touch the cream
get 'em up now
Yall know G Rap got it lock down
Whole clique put a lot down get found with a hot round
Duck down when I pop the pound
Only one brick gotta chop it down paper get low gotta hop the town
Nigga wanna front got a drop the clown
Why you looking sad bitch stop the frown
Baby look good got a cop it down
All up in the shook up walls knock 'em down
Black Gorilla fam we got the sound
See my nigga Primo cop the brown
Hope ain't no cops around
Click up hit the club with the big bucks
Chips up fifth tuck drive with a wrist up
Hit the bar by the cryst shop
Drink hard till I piss up
Hiccup bounce out with a big truck
Chicks to fuck take 'em home dick 'em up
And I went to get my shit suck
Chick rider and I picks 'em up
Dump 'em often fix 'em up
Wanna blow trees here twist 'em up
Wanna drink champagne get your cup
Let the whole family hit you up
Won't stop till I am rich as fuck, keep it coming y'all
What you going to do when my niggas come for you
Better duck and hide don't you know that ass is through
Leave you f-ing that's the way we lay our game down
Is evident we don't fuck around
Play the wall, get 'em up now
Start the brawl, get 'em up now get 'em up get 'em up now
'Fraid at all
All of y'all get 'em up get 'em up now
See the team, get 'em up now
Duck the beam, get 'em up now
Shake the scene get 'em up get 'em up
Touch the cream, get 'em up now
She tossed the flamer '94 walked into danger
Behind the wall fought with a banger
Trapped in the beast, gas released, a rat deceased
Back on the street, back on her feet
Clappin the heat...
[unknown singer]
She's dressed to kill
Iced-out head to toe, a snake in black
She's cleared, to, get ill
She's about the dough, the black widow
[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Yo, she was a tight bird, female version of Iceberg
To put in the right words
Played the right curves, beige and white birds
The type she served it was quite superb
Ran through the city in a white suburb
Lived in a predominantly white suburb
She liked the herb, rockin all the richest type of furs
Make your life submerge if you strike a nerve
Dough she like to splurge
Shine of her light blurs from off her finger
Honey was off the ringer, the way she tossed the flamer
'94 walked into danger, behind the wall fought with a banger
Trapped in the beast, gas released, a rat deceased
Back to the street, back on her feet
Clappin the heat, from the back seat, in back of a jeep
Stackin the heat, pilin the ones
Made her point when violence was brung
Regulated and balanced the slums
Brought in a cat with a talent for guns
Click quick to silence a Dunn
Convoys of black limos
Employs strapped with mack millos
Bustin off caps through a cracked window, that's the MO
Push your wig back, make you a black Leno
The feds on her tracks got the phones tapped for info
Tryin to map the dividend flow, and where the ends go
Checkin on whose name the Benz go
Who pushes the buttons when Mac-10's blow
A rose on a black satin pillow
The silhouette of her web, killin for bloodspill, a black widow
[Chorus: unknown singer] + (Kool G Rap)
She's (out for blood) dressed (for the kill) to kill (bustin slugs)
Iced-out (shit is real) head (livin crime) to toe (life of crime)
A snake (droppin heads) in black (pullin nines)
She's cleared (dodgin heat) to (play the street)
Get ill (let the guns blow, had to eat)
She's about (copped the raw) the dough (went to war)
The black widow (beef no more, cold fours at your door)
[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]
She was married but four times a widow
The fifth time ditto, kiddo
Step out of line, kitko, she spit nines and shi-dells
Put a pound to the tip of your niddose
Put em in line piddles
Diamond-stud shinin the clito', the web spinnin
With bloodstains soaked in the bed linen
Spread venom, known for bustin the lead grinnin, tilted red brimmin
Makin the lights inside of your head dimmin
Givin head to men and, leave a knife in they chest with a red ribbon
Bread to swim in, foes get left deader than Lennon
Threads of linen, sippin gin with a shread of lemon
Dead-up thoroughbred, slim and trim and stackin cake like Emminger's
Under the down coat brown coat like cinnamon
She went to have the Benjamins, for that she injure men
Send a squad to go and injure men that injure men
On top of that she popular, hit the opera
Francis Ford Coppola, mezzanine she's with binoculars
You even think about poppin her, stoppin her, moppin her, droppin her
Hard with bodyguards divin on top of her
Cops in they Blu-Blockers watchin her, steady clockin her
Jock her, dreamin of knockin her, thinkin a scheme for knockin her
Dress provocative, show the cleavage between her knockers
Bust a sock off with a blocker to rasta inside her locker
She cover the bills though, restaurant delicatessen Armadillo
White Willow, strike of the black widow
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
She held a white weddin
Type settin just like a sight from heaven
Spend twice the bread'n from her last rice on her head'n
All types of presents, striking presence
Bodyguards ready to light they weapons, ignite the Wessons
Refuse to live the life of a peasant
Days and nights was right and type pleasant
At the foot of the aisles, took vows
with all the criminals and crook pals
That put smiles on niggaz' necks while they look foul
Piles of cops peepin her central book files
Beef them niggaz cook wild, groom lookin shook style
Forced into marriage, horse and a carriage
Remember lifespan shorter than average, lady boss flossin her carats
Dreams to get rich and perish in Paris
Cherish the cabbagem, makin her path out of the church passage
Thugs they do they dirt massive
Skirt slashed, first class, Doni Amberg glasses
Flirt with her lashes
Snapshots, smirk for the flashes
Plots to leave her murked in the masses
Two killin experts on the grasses
Put in they Tec work for the cashes
Leave the Earth hurt with a passion
Two louds shots burstin in action
Made her head jerk from the blastin
Lady down, holdin her shirt gaspin, hit by another turf assassin
Reason not even worth askin; the facts are real, though
Got her cap peeled for stackin real dough
Lifestyle brillo when you're rollin for krill dough
[Intro]
Heyyo check it
This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here
Out in the streets blindfolded
Not knowin' what's really goin' on
Nawimsayin?
These streets is a habitat baby
Word up
Pito
[Verse 1]
In the garden of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
Just games that's played at high stakes, the next guys wake
Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late
The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate
Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
A fly facer get they thighs scraped
And little PUS that's why raped
A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape
In verse of the State
Lost the case and gotta fry date
Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth
Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
Live in the skyscrapes
Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
Where they can hibernate and operate
Impregnate, so?
Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
[Chorus]
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
[Verse 2]
It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on
Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
[Chorus]
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
[Verse 3]
For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
Runnin' wit armies like they Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
That's Mastro's cats in the Astros
Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though
And pass mo'
Stash rolls, count em like math pros
And crash low soda, PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo
Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets
wearin Pele jackets
Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket
The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress
corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits
Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin steak at Benny Harner's
Bentley's limousine the front yard stream is full of pirahnas
I'm set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck's
Get a lot of sess condo and duplex, diamond infested Rolex
Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china
Sippin on finer wine-r you see more shines than diamond miners
The Highness, kingpin of heroin
I'm thorough when I have to bring the terror in
Handle business in each and every borough in
town or city, I'm rollin like Frank Nitty, I'm rich and pretty
Back up kiddies, I got crimies that's grimy and gritty
A nigga that's spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky
Makin most of my money, from all the dopefiends and junkies
I learned from the best the ones that's livin
and the ones that's put to rest
So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes
And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps
The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap
Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler
It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler
I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thing
And if you step inside my ring, she'll bang it out and make your brains hang
She sits at resteraunt tables with mink foxes and sables
Drinkin Cherenade brand label she'll rock a sucker's cradle
And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce
She walks around with lucci in large amounts
Millions inside Swiss bank accounts
Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami
Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties
A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin her ground hoe
And if you clown yo she'll turn into a bust a round hoe
Fly as a Heaven's Angel got sapphires in her bangles
Diamond earrings hangin dingle gettin money from all angles
She's pretty under the New York city bright lights
and real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit's tight
Wake up early and make my rounds, break up break down
Packin a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down
Light up a smoke and grab a stack of C-notes
Them slick stick up kids don't get no free dough bro
cause I ain't tryin to be broke
I goes all out for G Rap and this honey nothin funny
It's a damn shame, what I gotta do to get the money
Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler
It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth,
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
i'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
fillin' all three holes just like bowlin',
Don't ask me what the price is,
but it's more than your battery-operated devices,
And I come fully equipped,
with a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip,
For demonstrations, watch me slam her,
you'll notice the sound of steady poundin',
Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out,
i'm poundin' ya down until your eyeballs pop out,
I'm not your ordinary player,
because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya,
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it,
or get sent right through it,
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em,
not gentle when I stick 'em, huh,
I'll leave 'em lookin' like a rape victim,
any girl who steps to it,
Ends up gettin' their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart,
i do a damn good job,
That's why -
Chicks are on my dick like a human shish kebab
Only nineteen and over permitted,
no matter how much young girls wanna be with it,
You ain't ready for the bed,
you still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head,
Come back in five years,
when ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinkin' beers,
I'm hittin' hookaz by the dozen,
makin' ya wetter 'cause I f**k better than your husband,
Givin' ya girl back spasms,
cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm,
Change the sheets? Ya must be kiddin',
ya gotta change the whole box spring,
I ain't bullshittin', you get hit with hysteria,
cause I'ma bury a big one inside your private area,
All hell is in your tush,
when Kool G. Rap push pushes inside this bush,
Anotha homegirl flinches,
but I got inches for all you lil' wenches,
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X,
An' I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
Some say that I'm nasty plus,
hookaz are mad because they can't outlast me,
Girl, you ain't too small,
cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all,
So if you're still confused when I'm screwin',
let me explain to you exactly what I'm doin',
Exploring your body like a biologist,
inventin' new ways just like a scientist,
Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist,
while I'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist,
You're so wild I feel like I'm a zoologist,
stretchin' your shit more than a gynecologist,
I'm gonna twist your ass to death, miss,
and when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist,
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin' horny,
far from corny, come and jump on me,
I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall,
i drive the ass up the wall,
Nuts and everything are well in shape,
the only thing missin' on my dick is a cape,
Let's get togetha, honey, ya never know what's next,
and I'ma talk like sex,
Rated XXX
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
Big girls try to squash me,
but I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me,
Hit the sack cause I ain't jokin',
cause when I start pumpin' shit up, I leave it smokin',
So ya betta hold on tight all right,
cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite,
A stick, a trick, and it kills her,
i'm probably related to Long Dong Silver,
But it gets gooder and gooder,
every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter,
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip,
cause the only thing I'm lickin' is your ass with a whip,
And it's a real freaky scene,
i'm hittin' girls with their heads in a guillotine,
Why certainly I'm squirtin',
bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain,
Pushin' your head to the pillow,
and givin' more pleasure than a double-headed dildo,
A big ass gives me a hard-on,
but I f**k bitches with titties like Dolly Parton,
Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety,
i'll f**k you on the "A" train while I write graffiti,
In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven,
in a cab or the back of 7-11,
Whether you're white and the music you like is rock,
you can come and get some hip-hop cock,
Consider this dick on your clitoris,
I'm bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone
I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone
Eatin shrimp and girls I be pimpin
Walk like I'm limpin, this brother ain't simpin
Not to mention, I'm winner of Mack Daddy conventions
I get a lot of attention
Sleepin in sheets that's made of satin
with one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin
She's a fly type of swinger
Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger
In a highrise, made for only fly guys
With a size that attracts the ladies eyes
Keepin the stash and the cashflow
Profile's kept low, more dough than Barry Manilow
Fly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jars
To earn respect, collectin bar fight scars
Slick talkin with a chick when I'm walkin
Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin
And I max while you be waxin your Cadillacs
Smooth as a fax, but I can cut you like an axe
Big spender, cause I'm a winner like Bruce Jenner
I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a TV dinner
On the phone cause I'm hard like stone
Holdin my own, cause I'm bad to the bone
I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion
Parties I'm crashin with a flashy type of action
On stage, I kick outrageous
And I enslave the bravest, more diamonds than Sammy Davis
I'm more dramatic than _Dallas_ is
More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses
Give me a clever girl and I'll outfox her
The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers
So what you want honey a chump or a champ?
Visa or food stamps, Latins or lamps?
I run the game like Sega
Go to war like Noreaga, hit like Schawrzaneggar
Excitin when I'm fightin I'm frightenin
Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning
Ladies I'll love you all tomorrow like Annie
And I bet you'll all leave with wet panties
Cause I can make a eighty yard dash come back fast
Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass
Police wanna harass me
Cause I got all the material that has me lookin jazzy
The MC patroller
Pockets so fat, I flat em down with a dough roller
Dead zone when I strike the microphone
G. Rap's known, cause I'm bad to the bone
I never needed a helpin handin
I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon
And when I'm rollin with force, three across your belly
Knockin suckers out the box like I'm playin skelly
Cause I pull out the .45 if you offend me
And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney
Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic
Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic
A smooth talker, cause I'm a Queens New Yorker
My rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie Walker
A bumrusher, cause I'm a crusher of hardrocks
When I turn thirty, I'll still be dirty as Redd Foxx
Try to cope, what I wrote, get a sore throat
My lyrical notes float like sailboats
I keep it steady for the petty sucker rappers I'll be ready
I got more bodies than Frank Netti
Battles I win em cause I send em to hell when I begin em
Because I put it in em like a venom
Discover the toughest rap brother you ever seen
Not a fairy, but milky like the Dairy Queen
Movin around like a smooth choreographer
Posin my hoes in all clothes for the photographer
On video, show I makin your girlfriend moan
Rappers go six feat under
Rappers go six feat under
Rappers go six feat under
Rappers go six feat under
You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates
You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate
Run for your life when I'm starting
Suckers are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton
Danger, when I rearrange and change a face, ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got
Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it
Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's pays
And you can sing my blues to Billie Holiday
Put your ass in my path and I'm a blast it
Mind over matter, I burn like battery acid
Terrorizing, sizing up the guys-a
Finger on trigger, when I pull it, a bullet flys in
G's a madman, came from the Badlands
Crush niggas in my bare hands like beer cans
Leaving a gash like the New York Slasher
Showing my inches in a trench like a flasher
You got a problem, I'm a problem solver
Solve more problems with a .357 revolver
Come near you pay dearly
And I can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearly
On a sole role, the golden mic holder
And I flatten your ass just like a steam roller
Pity for niggas I waste
Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace
I got your ass on target
You got beef? You better save it for the motherfucking meat market
Rhymes choke you like a headlock
If a sucker's asleep, I turn his shit into Bedrock
Come on son, get done in
Niggas are running like the redcoats is coming
I enlist punk niggas that want some of this
And what's left is the breath of a death wish
Rappers go six feat under
Rappers go six feat under
Rappers go six feat under
Rappers go six feat under
A pimp that loves shrimps and lobster
And for a hobby I'm hitting niggas up like a mobster
I got a story for each little poor territory
The ghetto glory in all categories
The death threats I received from the head vests
I'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead pet
The troop that stoops to brutality
Giving all nationalities a taste of reality
Kool G Rap is here to draw
And any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue
All victims unidentified, so check it
You gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental record
What I use to torture liars:
Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers
So you thought you could last?
Go and get a green thumb because your ass is grass
Eric B. is the undertaker
His pockets swoll because he's rolling in more dough than a baker
Quiet type, but I won't have it
'Cause when I swing with the boys I get noisy like traffic
So if you know what I know, see what I see
G Rap is down with a mafioso posse
And I'm quick to go stick other suckers
With a smile just like a sick motherfucker
A bullet inside the sucker's guts and
Hit butt and his nuts, we throw him in the Hudson
This is for all the non-believers
They receive a gash in their ass from a meat cleaver
Don't even try to get fast
You know the time because I'm 5 seconds off your ass
A nightmare leaving you suckers breathless
You stepping to Kool G Rap, then that's a death wish
Rappers go six feat under
Rappers go six feat under
Rappers go six feat under
[kool g. rap]
Brothers on the corner sellin junk
Got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk
They got so many corners and they got so many spots
And i can't even bump up the block
Without the "yo man what you got?"
I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange
He's lookin for a hit for veins
Or he'll blow out somebody's brains
Even the shorties livin naughty lives
Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
I just found out the candy store's a front
They walk in the candy store
Man g, candy's far from what they want
You might see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
Honey used to look like a winner
Now she can't even get took to dinner
Cause so many dealers ran up in her
Somebody's blood is on the tar
Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody
Broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass
Money got robbed for his bank
They broke in his house and took everything
Except the kitchen sink
Little man murdered on the scene
He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
Granny's damn near pushin 80
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my home sweet home
Three card molly, another man to fool
Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals
I'm gettin frisked by the cops
They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
Up in apartment 3g, this sweetie named didi wants to see me
But yo i heard she's givin vd
Just when you think the skies are gettin blue
Bang bang -- another brother's split in two
Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger
Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her
She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body
Sonny boy is goin on the strip
Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip
Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped
And shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped
A baby is born and needs lovin
But instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven
Cops killin our kids, but they bill us
So what's more worse, the killer cops or the cop killers
Everyday's another risk
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss
No heat, just pots of hot water
I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
Man that landlord is the lowest
Because i let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home
A letter to you suckers
Each and every one of you duck mothafuckers
Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her
You're tellin' me, yo, so what the hell you tellin' me?
Now I'm-a show you fuckin' with me is a felony
I'm crushin', tell you suckers to start hushin'
Shush, no discussion, 'cuz I'm-a start rushin'
The payback and I attack the pack that's wack
The black mack, brown like a cracker jack
Slick and quick, I got pick a bic to stick
To kick some shit, chicks I dick with the One
Give up the fun with the gun, my son
I don't run, I kick mothafuckers done
It don't matter, I make niggas scatter
Teeth start to chatter, your head I'm-a splatter arraigned
Breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain
I'm standin' on your blood stain hard to hold
I'm bold, I roll real cold
Too much soul, dick made of gold
I rolled niggas to hell; you tried to swell but fell
Now get well or die like a dry cell, a rap villain
Chillin' and I don't give a fuck about a killin'
'Cuz I'm still in effect when you're illin' terrorist
I terrorize like an assassin
Yes, I'm trespassin', your ass I'm harassin', huh
Talk is cheap, I'm keepin' ya six feet deep
So don't sleep when I creep, you'll leap like athletes slammin'
Examine what I'm jammin'
Hey, I don't play, I burn like a gamma ray
Labeled prey, played to pave the way
Mothafuckers are scared straight
Check this out
The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher
Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya
Musical master, mind reacts as a brain
That has the knowledge is answered
You're just a Kit Kat, on some Tic-Tacs
But I'm a Big Mac, cuz I'm G Rap
Fully equipped with a hip hop lip
My memory bank is like a microchip
My bass will give a shake, or if not quake
It'll make you, sucker MC, wanna jump in the lake
'Cuz I'm murder, homicide, color
Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama
Weakest, I'll seek her, you become weaker
My art is the smoke, my materials and media
So rap alert for ya, devastate the area
I'll give a grain of your lyrical mania
Power source, and a G enforced, your headboards
And they could be rap wars
So come one or two, 'cept for a few
Doubles and couples and I'll grip 'em like tools
'Cuz boy, you can't handles this
None or any, one or many, some or plenty
'Cuz I'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger
Highly explosive, keep out, danger
Packin' Gs while you try to beat me
But for these MCs who go on and wannabe Gs
What I write is in a smoking section
Here's an injection of rap perfection
So what the heck, you select my dialect
Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject
'Cuz I could use a technique, smart as an antique
Beats that I repeat show you that I can speak
Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me
It takes strategy just like Monopoly, figure it out
Kool G Rap is about makin' armies and crews look like girl scouts
'Cuz when I start rappin', I keep the people clappin'
Suckers that be yappin' won't think that this'll happen
Yo, MCs, all wannabe Kanes and Chuck Ds, skeeze, Fs, Gs
Rock Shantes, Ks, L M N O Ps hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies
Freeze, catch the wave, later, rappers got the alphabet
But I'm an Alpha Beta Kappa rappers, they form my alumni
Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this
I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis
A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand
I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman
No man withstands the pain I bring
So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser
Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts
Start to break you apart, so get smart
You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme
makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt
MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound
They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them
Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great
Related too late, I demonstrate fate
I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin
Massacre, in a mash I start blastin
Fury article, periodicial
Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles
Everytime I build the plan and killed the man
MC's got smoked without a filter and
skunked them up like marijuana
Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner
You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up
Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up
Play the back of dis here scenery
You clowns'll get broke down like machinery
I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble
Hardrocks get crushed into rubble
The gates of hell open wide to scope in
And I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and
the holy bible when you made your arrival
Now the name of the game is survival
The result isn't real difficult to strategy
I'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta
My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta
round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter
So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in
I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion
I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout
You better shout to get a rap out
What I arrange invented, it's strange demented
The range, be changed when I entered
a stage of furious rage when I had this madness
badness, you felt sadness
Raps are brave and outrageous; all those
chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages
I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall
and wet yo' ass like rainfall
I think you need a replacement, you're illin
Call that buildin boy, you're still in the basement
A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican
Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton
I'm gonna need your full cooperation
This is a matter of life and death operation
To ease a man in the siege of surgery
of bein done without anesthesia
Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick
And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick
I'm not soft, I kill suckers off
Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin
You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck
and plucked and shit out of luck and fucked
Designated to self-destruct
Knocked around like a hockey puck
K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me
You wish your name had a G but to be
a badder G boy you gotta play with strategy
Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin
But instead you're just sinkin
I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs
featuring Ant Live, Freddie Foxxx, Large Professor
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
[Large Professor]
Listen
You get upset, when you hear the Large Professor
on your girl's cassette, deck, expect
nothin comin soft, cause I'll never throw weaker blows
I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles
Now how's that for a fixin?
You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin science fiction
I kick a size nine sneaker or boot
Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute
The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat
Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak
I collect crops and props like spinach
I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch
My soul brother Van Paul and Pete Rock
keep the funk flowin until the last beat stops
The soul man, can't have you leavin on a stretcher
Probably, have you leavin in leather, I catch a body
from wreckin slum rappers, but to be frank
I don't give a [f**k] I got money in the bank
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
[Freddie Foxxx]
This is the stage of triple-X
when you're sittin by your radio, screamin, "Freddie Foxxx goes next"
Those beholdin the words of a master
find mental disaster, as I kick it faster
Whoever opposes me, and what I feel
might find their legs bein replaced by steel
This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death
so there won't be a lot of suckers left
I grab the mic, and I load it like a long four-fifth
huh, and dare you to riff
or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, have you curled up
in a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease
Spittin razor blades, cuttin veins you can't stitch
I got you screamin like a [bitch]
I took your microphone, you can't get it back
because your rap was wack
I'm comin fifty strong in an armored tank
and takin money to the bank
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you ro. rolled."
[Kool G. Rap]
Kool G. Rap for your first selection, get up on it
To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a minute
Crooks gettin hooked, to my book, just like an addiction
Stop your diction you drop, the science fiction
Let's get specific you can't get with it
I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it
don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits
You still got a learner's permit
Poppin that [shit], you better sit
Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn
You're missin a turn, so you better get, concerned
my challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt
with a silencer, wettin up, suckers I be settin up
Button up, while I'm cuttin up, never lettin up
I don't link up, with suckers with raps that shrank
Thanks sonny, I'm takin money to the bank
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
[Ant Live]
One in the chamber, eight in the clip
Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip
It's Ant Live, liver and deliveries get liver
with G. Rap, and we're the sole survivors
MC's wanna try me, but can't escape, my clutch
Too much, caught in the ropes, like double dutch
You wanna run up, you better run up light
Cause like a whorehouse shippin out [pussy] tonight
Believe me I ain't goin out like a brick parachute
or a fruit, or a guy that wears Brut
cologne, I'm violent prone, so leave me alone
I'm about to set fire to the microphone
and leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this
Due to burnt wires it's cordless
(Yo Ant Live make suckers walk off the plank)
Not now, I'm takin money to the bank
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
Play it again Polo, cause I just can't stand still
I burn while the tables turn like windmills
A swift reactor rap, to impact up the track?
I flow like a sailor
Rhymes remain hittin hard like Nighttrain
With lyrics that came from the brain of Mark Twain
So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel
Rappers are gettin smoked like Camels
To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas
People run inside the cellars
As I teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash
Takin the S off my speech to fight peach
Take the P off the peach because now you want each
and every rhyme to teach and reach
You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin
You robbin em blind like Nixon
Some got shook when they took a look
I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook
I attract more kids than Wonderama
Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma
Cause you hated the fact G. Rap made it
So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo
Aiyyo, play it again Polo
Here's a fellow, sayin hello, Polo, mellow
P-O-L-O, shake em like Jell-o
Sonny you're funny like Johnny Carson
So I'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson
These rhymes here can kill son
You try to rips it just call me the? Flip Wilson
And rhymes I got em down pat
Release this hit like the Superfly soundtrack
Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype
and I sideswipe the suckers I snipe
The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell
and assassinate, like Lee Harvey Os-wald
Rough on the radio, Sony or Sanyo
Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo
When I illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller
Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers
I go faster and faster, skills of a Grandmaster
Makin you fall like plaster
Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays
Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays
You pussy willow, I can see your sihlouette
You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet
You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?
Yo, play it again Polo
Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary
Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory
I'm here to jam and slam like Bam-Bam
Damn, Polo play it again like Sam
Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me
Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me
Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted
Plus your name's unlisted
Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle
Your brainstorms don't even drizzle
But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain
Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane
You get sunken when I hit a punk and
rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken
You can't stop treatin my hip-hop
like a Blo Pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop
Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when I flow
I'ma let, Polo wet up the whole set
Yes the final, death wish to sucker MC's
gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted
I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo
"Cool." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)
[Kool G. Rap]
I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player
Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer
Kool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol
Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title
The suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic
and gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean
as I flow in slow motion
And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion
The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O
would like to say hello to you mellow fellow
What are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward
And I don't allow it, you get devoured
Cause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have
a prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian
My instrumentals ain't up for rental
But come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em
I got the source of an orchestra
But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya
You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me
But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield
All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi
You try to trip me, but I just play it Kool
just like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule
Play it Kool
"Cool." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)
[Kool G. Rap]
I just glide, these are the tales from the brainside
With lyrics and the beats I provide they collide
to form a homicide, you get dragged in a big bag
Shell? ricochet, so watch em zig-zag
off angle, but I'm in shape like a triangle
I need a sucker to strangle, with my new single
All rhymes are terrifying, you're dying
You might as well be in a cage with a mountain lion
When I hear the bell ring, I'm swingin head level
Burnin your block, my rhymes hotter than Red Devil
So peel off, like a potato ("Cool")
Cause I play it Kool like the music inside a elevator
Doc the Butcher is a true blue musician
I'm gettin busy while suckers are goin fishin
or out to lunch, as they munch and they crunch
on a bunch of stellar rhymes, so I just give em a Hawaiian Punch
and let em stagger, givin em lipstick and they Mick Jagger
Lyrics are sharper than a dagger
Agony, yeah I'm braggin nobody's baggin me
To the bedroom, your girlfriend is draggin me
I make the hits radios won't swing, but that's OK ("Cool")
Hey, cause everything is still Kool and the Gang ("Cool")
Let's party cause everybody plays the fool
but I play it Kool
"Cool." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 6X by Polo)
[Kool G. Rap]
I play it Kool, makin you kneel, squirm and squeel
My name ain't Rodney but I'm standin on the Dangerfield
And my shows, I bust em out just like a virgin
Cause I get stupid but I'm smarter than a brain surgeon
G. Rap is here to bury
So duck MC's, I send em to the Pet Semetary
Your whole crew turns chicken when they finish
watchin you die, so please stand by as I fry
You kinda sour so I dip you in some flour
Read my book, it says cook for about an hour
Ring the dinner bell, brain cells are well done
It's time you got a story, don't tell none
So this here is the only I'm sane
so play it Kool ("Cool) or you'll be headin for the deadpool
I play it Kool-er than a band in the North Pole
But I never freeze up or catch a cold
Never stiff, I shoot the gift kinda swift
Try to riff, and you'll needin a facelift
Cause I'm a teacher and a trainer, a preacher and a explainer
World's greatest entertainer
I approach like a coach to the umpire
And like live wire I'ma start a dumb fire
This is Kool G. Rap the Principal of the new school
cause I play it Kool
Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice
You do the crime, you're payin the price
Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block
Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock
If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest
Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest
Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin
But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle
This is a jungle where the murderers mingle
This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you
Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue
Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock
With a real nice device that's called a sock lock
Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend
Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn
They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates
Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates
Posses will devour, punks with power
After the shower it's, rush hour
So watch your back before you get sacked
These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack
If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n
Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
C-74, adolescents at war
Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar
They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage
All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage
If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef
And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth
Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God
Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared
(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary
He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary
Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom
Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon
Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump
Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped
If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame
And scared as a mouse in a house of pain
So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop
Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock
You might be coolin, you might be stylin
But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo
Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo
But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing
Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing
The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile
Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while
So keep your money pilin, keep profilin
Shit ain't never gonna change, fuck it
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war
Niggaz wanna 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 wanna 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 wanna 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 1, the known felon
And ain't no tellin', when I'ma 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
Shit ain't never gonna change, fuck it
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war
Niggaz wanna 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 wanna flip, then we take 'em to war
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more
Here I come to get some motherfuckin' wreck but first I gotta
Umm 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 BM, 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
[Kool G Rap]
(Yo!! G Rap nigga) See y'all thought it was a game right?
Like y'all ain't know this was gon' happen? (Jinx Da Juvy)
We [censored] for life, we known for holdin it down
Gun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever (word)
We ain't havin none of that, you heard? (word)
[Chorus: G Rap + Juvy]
[Kool] If you about dough, we can get paid wit y'all
[Jinx] Wanna ball out, we can get laid wit y'all
[Kool] You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y'all
[Jinx] Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y'all
[Kool] You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y'all
[Jinx] You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y'all
[Kool] You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y'all
[Jinx] You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y'all!
[Kool G Rap]
This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugs
My real killers out on the corner that's seen blood
My wild niggaz schemin with snubs, fiendin for grub
Eatin off the streets, triple-beamin the drugs
The ones that put a red beam in your mug
The ones that bug and be in the clubs
and hide whips, gleamin with dubs
This one goes out to my peoples
that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel
in back of the spots but chop on the lethal
Then pop goes the weasel
If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles
We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles
Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle
Lay you down with shots that are cerebral
Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal
Hop like Kenieval, pass the cops in our Regals
Above blowin like diplomats, me and my click of cats
Duck when we spit the gat or get your shit twisted back
[Chorus]
[Jinx Da Juvy]
That young fella straight from the slums and that's that
Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack
Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at
So play crazy and this 380'll twist your cap back
Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at
Duckin the boys in blue, with jumps in asscrack
Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster
for niggaz schemin so I'm fiendin to bend your wig over
You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over
Without a license, gettin brain in a tint Rover
But not for nuttin, a frontin dude get popped for frontin
Y'all the type to snitch when a cop's comin
But that don't stop nuttin cause trust me the cop's duckin
A badge don't mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin
And I don't think the pig's tryin to get, popped in the stomach
Or be worse, layin with they wig hotter than the oven
[Chorus]
[Kool G Rap]
G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth
Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks
Wheelin the 6 to cribs on hills in the sticks
Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit
Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin krills on the strip
Now we, spillin the Crist', niggaz still with the hits
Won't stop until I cop a half-a-mill' for the wrist
Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst
G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up
Harsh killer hold the hammer like 20 bar villains
Spit flames like Godzilla, menage-a-trois in large villas
Pack the trey-pound God pealer
It's a hard thriller mob chiller
Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer
Y'all niggaz is yard squealers; play around and be a scar feeler
A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller
[Chorus]
[Kool G Rap]
What? (G Rap nigga) Black {*censored*} fam baby, uhh
(Jinx Da Juvy) The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? 2000 shit
Here to rule shit
All y'all weak niggaz fall back
Some think that I'm a flake, but I'm no fake nigga cause I
Drink a bitch, make him a witch and burn his ass at the stake
With the .44 mag it's so simple
Put it to his temple, fuck it, I give a nigga permanent dimples
Easing up on the fast slow, but I let your ass know
The block's too hot like Tabasco
Brand New Heavies on the tracks, G Rap on the wax
Cold bumping, got motherfuckers doing jumping jacks
You motherfuckers lost it
I bake your ass like a cake and all y'all flakes get frosted
Cause when G Rap is on the mix
Niggas start shitting bricks and turning into chick with small dicks
So a bitch, lyrics with a live band
(Yo this shit is funky) Yo fuck funky, the shit hit the fan
Shame if you're stepping to my set
You niggas get wet, nah fuck it, it's just a motherfucking death threat
Yeah, I got you bitches on lockdown, you niggas get knocked down
You're running cause I'm gunning your block down, punk
So save the bitch riff cause my four-fifth lifts
I'm tossing stiff off of fucking cliffs
Get close, I got you on scope, you walking on thin rope
So I'm a shoot 'em up like dope
Cause to make my notes I'm a cut throats
Bodies are thrown off boats and do a dead man's float
Straight down a river
Huh, with a bullet inside his motherfucking liver
Another hooker got thrown out
Stepped right into the crossfire and got her brains blown out
So you niggas better buck
Cause when my coat's full of buckshots, I don't give a fuck
You think you're down with the murder guys
Bullshit, say hello to that dirt you're gonna fertilize
You wonder why the area's stark
Homicides just fell ten bones since our car drove
When they opened the other trunks that were closed
Full of five unidentified John Does
All found dead on arrival
Cause I pulled up slowly and made 'em holy like Bibles
They find a letter and cassette
Red and said it's just a motherfucking death threat
Send the bodies to the morgue for a freezing
I got the motherfucking finger on the trigger cause it's nigga season
A punk tried to drop me
I left the body sloppy so they can't perform an autopsy
Dig a hole for the bitch
And put all his pieces and bits inside a ditch
Yo, you don't think you're going under
I got a bullet with your name, your address, and your phone number
So if you want to play games
I'm blowing you the fuck out the frame
You tried to front and got murdered last night
So now you float to the motherfucking light
So I'm a step to your grave and make a toast
And start shooting at your motherfucking ghost
So may the Lord be with ya
Cause I ain't no saint and I don't paint pretty pictures
It ain't nothing but bloodshed
Stains of brains on the rug and less blood in your head
You want to make me upset?
[female Black Guerilla Fam member]
What, nigga, Black {*censored*} Fam
Y'all don't fuckin want it, you heard
Listen up
Bitch either ride or collide with me, this side right
You don't wanna wait 'til the end of the night to step outside wit me
You know the history of the guys with me? Extortion, kidnappin
Murder in the first, niggaz live to die
Hungry and they bloodthirst, my Dunn guns the worst
We can get it to poppin off like July the 4th
On any day of the month bitch we get it to jump
Black {*censored*} Fam, my niggaz ain't scared to dump
So what the fuck you want beef for, you squeamish
Start to hyperventilate you see a nigga start to hemorrhage
{*censored*} Fam don't start shit, we regret the finish
Bitch nigga, we really live this, we mean business
We even got teachers in the school where your kids is
Nannies inside where your cribs is
Beautician doin hair where you Wiz is
Black {*censored*}, secret society bitch
You get found with the fishes
[Kool G Rap]
Aiyyo, who wanna know about the life story, it's like Corle's
Blood all over the nice Mauries
Stutterin bitch, who you know spit more gutter than this?
Smack a nigga with the butt of the fifth
We guerillas and thugs in the midst
Was cold before I flooded the wrist
Big heist shit, blood on the bricks
Bag it up, bubble the strip
One days work, a couple of whips
. then more than double the chips
Supreme Queens nigga with a BK click
You just a weak fake bitches whatever nigga the heat spray quick
Y'all niggaz can't do shit but peep the gray wrist
CGP in the face of your chick, comin f'real with it
Bring the cattle to the battlefield, we'll still spit it
No matter who the fuck you are, you can still get it
Count that off as a loss, go 'head and peal wit it
Far as your corny-ass click, they gotta deal wit it
[Chorus: Black Guerilla Fam]
We the Black {*censored*} gangsta click (gangsta gangsta)
Put your hands to the streets for this gangsta shit (gangsta gangsta)
You a nigga or a bitch keep it gangsta kid (gangsta gangsta)
Black {*censored*} Fam, you know how these fuckin gangstas get
[male Black Guerilla Fam member]
Aiyyo sex money and drugs, that's my life
Shrimp shooter with the red light, that's my wife
Bitch prism on the late night, that's my type of hustle
Shit make dough, that's my bubble
No one's project beef, that's my struggle
I never been shot - that blood there, that's your puddle
Who the fuck wanna fire at me?
For every shot a nigga shoot, my mac-11 firin three
You got wars, nores, lazy {?}
Et cetera, Black {*censored*} Fam, we bang harder
Bandana Montana streetsweep carver
Shots connect, your bones I disconnect
Bring your skull back home like I bone collect
One year under dirt you'll be bones in bed
Tasmania, Brooklyn - that's my set
Stop screamin out Guerilla 'fore I break yo' neck
[another male member]
I dare anybody play like Laze Mike
Not blaze like half of your block in broad daylight
Take flight to Queens with your fake ice
Pull you out the back of the trunk
and put your face in the brake light
You six deep, so what? Me I'm by myself
But you know what? I cut one of y'all real bad
Pops is my pops but my moms my real dad
You runnin round with the same heart that Steel had
I'm the best, I don't give a fuck who said so
Have you dopefiend like Lazy, let go
Don't get your head gassed off my nice chain, word to my mother
I done lost half your life in a dice game
I don't brag shit, I'm a hustler; I don't wanna be seen
I want the green the fame shit is for suckers
I'm a Guerilla, so it ain't nuttin to touch ya
Bitch nigga recognize that or learn to suffer
[Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick
It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how loose I get
I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair with, have an affair with
We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip
Probably had to get with her man and shit
Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me
To be dealing with mad feelings
And even though mami was mad appealing
Body revealing and big wheeling
This shit is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I can't fight it
I reaching for the cordless to call Miss
I insist to get with this
Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady"
"Fine and how you doing boo" (chick)
"Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through
"we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo"
About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink ? Hot shots
Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove
My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos
Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet
Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets
As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak
Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
I was getting open, started laughing and joking
We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and
Said what the deal is, the realness
My man is crazy as Bruce Willis
If he catches us, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter one
Word
Shit is real in the field
Thug love story
[G. Luciano]
So here I am
Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos
With this chick I don't even really know
Steady stressing me how ill her man is
So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway
Straight twisting mami's back out
Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep
Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock
Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man
I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures
[Kool G. Rap]
The next day about a quarter to eight
I heard a squeek on the staircase
Got the gat from under the pillow case
Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen
I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking
The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing
Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and
I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash
Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee
With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony
Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth
Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it
We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled
Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel
The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill
In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these
Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped
The other six started to pop, I feel something hot
I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped
Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in
Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin
The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat
Pulled over the Jeep get it in
And took a rest stop at the river bend
We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering
Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom
Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound
Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb
Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda
She rode the dick like a honda
I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm
My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism
Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism
I thought about the realism
Niggas coming and bring they steel with them
I got just the thing to deal with them
Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed
Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that
So quick spread out and play the layout
Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out
[G. Luciano]
Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something?
[Mami]
I'm a little worried baby
[G. Luciano]
Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright
Everything is gonna be alright
[Mami]
[G. Luciano]
Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money
You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever
And we gonna get out of there, alright?
[Mami]
Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito
[G. Luciano]
Alright, grab that bag money
[Mami]
Let's do this, baby
[Kool G. Rap]
After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random
Five hundred grand is buried in the sand
We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough
She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls
I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those
Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's
Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O
Told the chick, yo you moving to slow
Speed it up baby, we got to go
And get this plane and hit the Caymans
With the payment, somebody came in
A platoon of goons with heaters aiming
I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and
Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying
But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and
Put the heater to the chicks brain and
I let my two guns drop, they got the drop
They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot
Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot
Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish
Thinking he's out to take advantage
So we're out in the fucking Atlantic
With no lifesavers and stranded
Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore
Said, "amor you won't be pretty no more"
Took us on a tour, down in the deck
Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet
Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec
Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed
We up beside a horrible mess
I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S
So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest
Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless
The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest
Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left
Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath
Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck
Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms till her soul finally left
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death
A real thug lost the only women he loved
And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above
[Premier cuts & scratches]
"Kool G. Rap is my name"
[Hook]
Yo, who that first nigga that read about it ("Kool G. Rap")
Who that first nigga that spit about it ("Kool G. Rap")
What's that nigga name "Forget about it!"
First nigga that read about it ("Kool G. Rap")
Who that first nigga that spit about it
What's that nigga name "Forget about it!"
[Verse One]
Yo, who that real Don of that thug shit
Poppin' slugs shit, cock 'n block shit
Spit about street, murder and drug shit
Brought you the facts on twenty tracks on how they mug shit
Taught you to survive, in these streets you gotta lug shit
First nigga that spit about rocks and shit
Diamonds and jelly-jars, nigga yeah, proper shit
Even told you I was pumpin' on the block and shit
Who the first nigga that told you he would pop ya shit
Who the first nigga to spit about jail, cells and fiscale
Bail on sit-L, ripping a bitch tead-L
Who took you from the "Road To Riches", the "Ill Street Blues"
In a jacuzz' with the uz', crack avenues
Black you lose to a wolf, pack packing tools
Who stepped up in this rap game, a sane actin' fool
Who the first "Wanted: Dead Or Alive"
That told you live and let it demise
Ten steps ahead of you guys
Started "4, 5, 6" on it
G. Rap and Rakim was the first niggas that bought a eightie-man click 'n it
Look at my life baby, I'm a eighties man rippin' it
Legendary cat play the path for y'all to get with it
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
Who that nigga that took the rapflows to the next level
Wish only I was black, fish rappers and ex-rebels
My second LP bitch, showed you the sex devil
Photo shoots and silk suits, special effect rebels
And it's a shame you sorta rocks around a Lex' bezzle
Smacking niggas with stacks and ones
On the run, clappin the guns
Stacking crack funds and packing the slums
Told you how them kids blow off they radget for crums
Was among y'all niggas raps, was too attached to the huns
I was the first nigga to spit graphic
Strictly about dealers and slick addicts
How to click maddicts and split a cabbage
Y'all niggas' shit was average
Except a few cats in the game that came to reign the hash you established
[Hook]
[ Premier cuts & scratches ]
[RZA]
Yeah
Shake your funky ass, bitch
Yaknowmean...
[Kool G Rap]
Yo we divide cakes to rise the stakes
Me and my apes die for papes
Bust heat and hide from jake
Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world
Back yourself against the wall, gun brawl
Kid, I end it for all ya'll (Shake that cake bitch)
Son'll stop the dough from flowin
Spotless rock glowin, shots are blowin
Pop the c-lock, rollin waistline and glock is showin
We keep it thugged out, who not knowin get your knot blown in
[RZA]
Yo yo
Bob Digital and Kool G Rap, we set the booby trap
African wiz wit the gat inside her dooby wrap
Derelict rhyme crabs, you rappin for a Scooby Snack
Foul-tongued bitch, you bound to lick my doody crack
Verbal pellets spray, tec sound makes my amex
Every slap on my snare drum son could break necks
You get yanked up and spanked up, your face shanked up
Who the FUCK raise your rank up?
I blow your tank up, pop the lock on a cop handcuff
Puff a dutch of dust, bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge
Fuck a cell block, black top capsule, the mailbox
It's heavy-bone birds stash glock in the nailshop
One the strip, took a sip, twist the L top
The God jewels son sound like a third rail shock
The gold crossbone, doorag, universal flag
Blast at the turbo charge and purple herbal drag
Known for the W, carry a double-two in the shoe
Iron snub rubber noose in the bubble goose
Bullets soaked in oil, hot heat will flame broil
Wu-Tang slang I bang makes your brain coil
Shaolin gods we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen projects son, they bake cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, they known to take cakes
[Kool G Rap]
Yo, we have the Wu-Tang, we let two's bang
That's how we do thangs, that's how we move thangs
Shoes paid wit two in the brain
Keep the ice blue in the Range
Me and The RZ' quick wit two of them dames
Got my dick blew in the Range
My nigga keep it true to the game
It ain't no tellin what I do to you lames
If my mood change, choose to aim
Do you and your dudes the same
Go against grain and lose a fame
Who claim life in the thug lane but life is real
Lead come out of pipes of steel
Rob, kill, or heist for mills
Spill as I let out and slice your grill
Nigga don't think twice to peel
Just open shop and dice to grill
Send the six out, bust crib route
To the brickhouse, steppin on new terrain, bring the click out
The streets don't wanna see you read, let a clip out
These niggas slip out, make they blood drip out
Yo we divide the cakes to rise the stakes
Me and my apes die for papes
Bust heat and hide from jake
Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world
Back is up against the wall, gun brawl
Kid, I end it for all ya'll
The flood'll stop the dough from flowin
Spotless rock glowin, shots I'm blowin
Pop the c-lock, rollin waistline, the glock is showin
e keep it thugged out, who not knowin get your knot blown in
[RZA]
We said Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, you known to take cakes
Desert Queen project wizes, they bake cakes
Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons is known to take cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
Shaolin gods is known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
(Chorus)
The streets, yo where it happen at
The streets, is where they clapping at
The streets, is where the action at
The streets, is where they packing at
The streets, is where its cracking at
The streets, bringing it back to that
The streets, banging ya gat to that
The streets, start hanging back to that
[Kool G. Rap]
My niggas ride where they bust at
Die where they bust at my murderous guys
Slinging them pies where they lust at
Or corners where they hang most
Name boast and bank toast
Drive with the thing close
Slide with a James post
Empty clips is on now
Coke fiends are strung out
Broke niggas bum out
Jakes holdin they gun out
When back streets are taped up
Bodies laying faced up
Cats running with ace up
The spots get 'em paced up
The street lamps are broke now
Mad bitches to bone now
When niggas peep your home out
And flip when they zoned out
Thugs bringing the street war
Bust shots let the heat roar
Taking trips to be more
With bricks up in to fiend off
The towns where they spray shit
Bust rounds and lay shit
Selling pounds' a great shit
And clowns get their face-lift
Spots where gats pop off
Shots clear the block off
Slugs knock your block off
And have you licking hot sauce
(Chorus)
On the corners where the dice roll
And clubs where the ice glow
The lames get their life stole
And bleed from a knife fold
Niggas laying they law down
Some draw with a four-pound
PJ's are tore down
Thoughts of laying hos down (The streets)
Blocks where they lick shots
And rock what the fifth cocked
Kids cop the six drop
From brick box and zip locks
Towns where niggas kill at
Posting where it's real at
Keeping gats concealed at
See a foe you peel at
Strip where you get ripped off
Hot lead get licked off
Fronting and your clicks off
All your jewels get stripped off
Sidewalks where they creep up
Get locked up with a street bop
Kids running with heats up
Lifting both of your feets up
Niggas they let their guns loose
They wild guns loose
Gat up under the chin
Blow a niggas shit through the sunroof
Decide where they pack nines
The chrome gat shines
You try to clap mine
You outta line niggas get flat lined
(Chorus)
Now Chickens a get your crew laced
For rocks and a blue face
Niggas giving they screwface
For the loot and the suitcase
Spots that blood spills on
And dealers clock a 'mil on
Murderers get their kill on
Mad cash is ill-on
Beef turning to combat
For life so they pump gats
Little kids they harm that
Put bombs where your moms at
Niggas tied up and kidnapped
And smacked up with big gats
Get found with they wig cracked
Leave 'em right where they live at (The streets)
Running for red beams
Blood flowing in red streets
Mad fellas with bread schemes
Running from the FED team
Little shorties are knocked up
Straight giving their crouch up
Juveniles decide to pee now with they ox up
Crack blocks and weed spots
The fiends up in the Detox
Some rollin in three drops
Others aint gotta beep bop
Bitches that get their hoe on
Smoke dope on and so on
Spotted nigga with glow on
With dick they could blow on
(Chorus) 2x
(Talking)
(No doubt)
Don G Rap, Gianana
? (Blanked out) Igloo Entertainment
No doubt we coming through
ya know how we do
Keep it moving
ya better realize
Whoever don't
Guns do it for us
Niggas aint playing no games
Y'all know the routines
[Intro/Chorus]
I'm thug for life, ain't no changin me
I'm thug for life, ain't no changin me
I pop off guns and live dangerously
I'm lot more nigga than you aimin to be
My Range bling, platty chain hang to the knee
I'm thug for life, ain't no changin me
[Verse One]
Aiyyo, who got the drop, my gun been cocked
Spits from four-fives to flintlocks, pinky finger with the pimp rock
Hustle on dim blocks and sip Henn-rock
Draw quick, got a second hand like Big Ben clock (ya heard?)
Reach for that heat, put your wig in the wind pop
Fill your belly with ten shots; if I get hit
and you see blood then flood the bullet wound with gin shots
Put beef in a Slim Jim box
Bitch you wanna pinch and win slot
Clap lead until your big friend drop
Niggaz'll front until I send chin shots
Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?)
'Til one of us'll get carried out on the thin cot
Emergency room skin chopped by ten docs
Got it locked like a bid in the state pen box
When I dares peers hangin to where my shin stop; before I struck rich
Fucked bitches and killed 'em with a ten inch cock (f'real)
Bitch nigga stuck him with a ten inch ock (y'know?)
Bread bloods and stiff vodka, deep in this game
Know the feds want the clique locked up
We love brain so we headhunt like witchdoctors
My lil' momma let lead dump from big poppa
Even the Jake surrounded the spread with pig choppers
that taste preposterous; tear gas, tanks of oxygen
Like we in banks with hostages (what we want?)
All we want is minks and ostriches (what?)
Diamond cuff links and proper shit
Snitches left stinkin in carpet stiff
Or get they carcasses turned to link sausages (f'real)
Ain't nuttin sweet, we known for bangin cartridges
We got the heart for this
No matter how light or dark it is (ya heard?)
(No matter how light or dark it is, f'real)
Thug for life (what?) Rep by strips (killers)
Let loose clips (dealers) Stack mad chips (you know we)
Bag bad chicks (my niggaz) Push fly whips (all of the)
Hoes blow dick (nigga) G flows sick (what?)
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
My whole life about chrome rims and stone gems (what?)
Big boned skins, Capone brims, dick blown in my own Benz
Quick to Scarface thugs who raise up blown brims
Dolla trickin never politickin with grown mens
Ideas of settin me up for loot I won't bend
Just make that light bulb at the top of your dome dim (uh-huh)
Who rap-happy nigga keep the lyrics and poems grim
Get found at the bottom of the river with stone Timbs (word)
Babyface, swimmin flash stomach and toned limbs
Wake up every mornin work out in the home gym
Reppin this rap game until my zone ends (uh-huh)
'Til mixin boards melt down, the microphone bend (yea)
I spit about street shit but never condone sin
Kept it thug for life baby followed my own trend
[Chorus]
Kid! Word. thug shit
[Imitation of excerpt from the movie "Scarface"]
That chick he's with... (huh) she like me
Oh, she likes you huh? How do you know?
I know. The eyes Chico... they never lie
What, are you serious?
I'm serious... what do you think?
Man that's the boss's lady
{*sarcastic*} The boss's lady
You're gonna get us killed
Fuck you mayn! The boss's lady... that guy's soft
You got some of that for me?
Would you kiss me if I wear the hat?
[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap]
Had to have her
Since my first glance at her, pimp stance at her
Watchin men throwin Banjamins and Grants at her
Bottles of Italy and France at her
Advanced at her, spit romance at her
Champagne glasses chatter
Ass fatter than that actress up in Family Matters
Lips thicker than Mick Jaggers
Dick so hard the shit could stab her
She pushed a sick Jaguar
Paint shined like it was black lacquer
Carried a small gat for back up, whole shit spectacular
Peepin out her frame walkin in back of her
She had the hourglass shape, girls disgraced stay out her way
Past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape
Mad papes, I could tell by the way she was draped
Her sex mate's caked up like Drake's
He got the crib by the lake
Wanted by the Jakes for takin powder weight outta state
Straight surrounded his grounds with tower gates
Garden lookin like a flower wake
Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour
sex, money, and power, pussy good enough to devour
Hit her up inside the marble tiled shower
Snapped back to reality, told me her name was Valerie
Don't fuck around with the help
Nigga on the salary, pockets too low calorie
Her man'll send the cavalry, straight turn the town to a shootin gallery
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Off his life
To get in good with the boss's wife
Cross his life just to floss his ice
To get him hit for the cost of rice, tossed at night
If the thoughts is right
Bodies could get lost in sight
[Verse 2: Camileone]
The boss's lady, I cocks the four-fifth and hold it steady baby
My man ship mo' weight, than the fuckin Navy
out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine
You crossed the line, fuckin with the boss's devine
Aiyyo, his mans, they commit crimes (yeah right)
Found out you tryin to fuck with his dime, you lay your life on the line
But the cards are in my hands
I love this rich man, and fuckin you is not in the plans
I'm out to get grands and livin on my own land
So why fuck with that help? I'm livin in wealth, you under his belt (whatever)
Hourglass shape I know you felt, wonderin how the pussy smelt
Lavish taste'll have you livin in debt
Fantasizin 'bout his wife's sex, how could you disrespect
the man who supply the cash for yo' checks? (So what?)
on the low cause you know he blaze tecs, and you fear for what's next
Your life could be dead, for tryin to get my pussy wet
Realize the bigger picture, I deal with bigger figures
Don't have time for affairs, with the average niggaz
Keep the lustin to a limit, cause ain't no benefits in it
Too much to lose if I let you hit it
You know the force is deep, and you wanna creep
Thinkin how sweet it would be if I just let you eat
But till the boss show, I gotta stay true, the chump change won't do
For me with you, isn't evident boo
[Kool G. Rap]
I like your style, kid you get wild, let the chips pile
My click slit smiles across your man's throat, so look who big now
Barkin on shit like a big growl, lame chick you got this shit foul
We got the big bricks shipped in from miles
While I'm whippin shit, 6 plus 6 valves
Do a milli' from sick style, we regulate it
Yo boo I guess you haven't heard the latest about these new ages
Stackin outrageous
[Camileone] + (G. Rap)
Yeah, I heard about the way you flip birds
Got these niggaz standin on the curb, leafers and herbs
You and my nigga exchanged words then parted ways
You swore to God all day your squad would spray
my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways
(Straight gave him a harp to play)
I peeped your resume (You with me Angel?)
Yeah no doubt, but I should bang you
Eh-body always wanna know what know what the G
In Kool G Rap stand for, Giancana nigga, gangsta
Quick to gank ya ass with the Gaincana gash gash
You heard
[Kool G Rap]
Yo here come the one who's know to keep it thoro,
Queens the borough (straight up)
Is live nigga rep that (no doubt)
Cock the techs back and move on a weak clique (move on 'em)
We deep bitch
And none of my Gorillas is scared to leak shit
All y'all niggas wanna speak slick -what you say- (what)
It couldn't be thick and quick to flied'em dicks
As soon as the heat spit
Stitch your fucking feet to a brick
Enjoy then bait
Heats to chicks we creep when we flip gyms
Cana baby thug for life are love is life
Guns, hoes, drugs and ice...aight
How your heart pump kool-aid when is brood and mice
How you trying to fight slugs with knives (don't do that) bitch nigga
Liquor (don't do that) plenty gun talk front for New York
And went to draw a stick figure (ha, ha)
Bounty your head for 'bout six figures, cook a bitch liver
End of the wall who lift the fifth quicker nigga (you know me)
My whole approach sicker
So all you rappers with names hot as flames
I'll be there when the shit flicker (get'em)
This ones about war gunslinger (get'em)
And brick flipper big dick don G rap nigga piss rivers
[Chorus]
Drama, is the life I live
Bossing, is the things I did
Problems, is the things I finish
I been known from hood to hood to handle business
Money, is them things I take
Ladies, come on and bounce with me
G Rap, I damn from far from fake
Throw your steel in the air if you' bout your cake
[Kool G Rap]
Ayo my whole life is under non-fiction
Drama friction
Beef blood in the street bullets with bombs ticking
Just to become a don from sinning
Horrible living G Cana the street boss peoples loss
Left a dog reap in the cost
Had to go deep in the forest
To hold police frost peeping the floss
Conduct family biz have my own Sammidy Sam kids
And pump fizz were you live (o–ow)
Run up in a house and put a hand on a wiz
Give me fifty grand to live (Bitch)
G Rap Americas Most see the name embedded in toast
I'm here to all y'all niggas perish and quote
We lost money but cherish the dope
Meat cleavers sever your throat
The smoke, for the big bread and the a boat
So all you guys with gimmicks (die, die, die)
Skies the limit better believe it
That I'm gonna ride every minute
And this games about posh and spinach
And the lifer this shit get the love for menace
Never violate the lines of scrimmage
G Rap Giancana kid I'm vow to keep it life to the
finish (uh-hu) yeah
[Chorus]
Drama, is the life I live
Bossing, is the things I did
Problems, is the things I finish
I been known from hood to hood to handle business
Money, is them things I take
Ladies, come on and bounce with me
G Rap, I damn from far from fake
Throw your steel in the air if you' bout your cake
If you 'bout your cake
If you 'bout your cake
All about that cake
[Kool G. Rap]
Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin
Blastin the mad streets and merkin
Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans
Curtains for anybody perpin
Leave in a hearse for certain
Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans
We roll a durbin
All in this dirt, puffin the herb an'
we bring the verbs in
Double action's loaded with Germans
Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun fights strike like a serpent
People nerves jerkin
Lay down any person
strictly for just talkin rehearsin
The skills remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin
Slowly carry the burden
so we varied the shit you heard an'
hit you with the different methods and versions;
we simply,
let bullets rip until the clip is empty
Get laid in your tracks as if you was?
Hit you like Jack Dempsey
The mac packin MC, with gats clappin like an M.P.
Over your friendly wimpy, frame like an M.D.
Blow you until your block's windy
Be on short of a shot frenzy
My glocks don't stop til the cops hem me
Blow holy hollow tops in me
Hazardous shit - guns is accurate
Sendin niggaz to meet the King of Nazareth
Playin me close has a risk
I bash clicks like they was massacres
Blast the tear gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist
Chorus: Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)
Yo let the games begin
The tec and mac-10 flames begin
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins
Hammers to firing pins
Me and my kin be makin you spin
The Lord or The Devil takin you in
[Kool G. Rap]
It's the Corona Queens apocalypse
My block is hit with the dark eclipse
Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips
The rap's apostle-ist, niggaz to Loch Ness
Large as Colossus is
Mumblin shit get shot at the esophagus
A Thug Saga novelist
Sex in this rap shit monogamous
Rainin like the drop is while you be topicless
Blow money monopolist - do it for eons
Shinin like it's, neon - heart colder than freon
Decidin which MC to pee on;
baby cause that's the shit that we on
Niggaz go to Warrick like Deion
Put the G on
I analyze guys with Montana eyes
to vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise
Cut em down like samurais
Kickin that real shit that you fantasize
Niggaz step aside or recognize
G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel that
Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back
Battle-actin rap shit'll put you in back of a Cadillac
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts
Red roses on a dead foe
Layin in wet clothes from head blows
Your whole brain be exposed
Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws
None of my victims ever bled slow
Stiff as Edgar Poe, that's how it go
[AZ]
Yeah. it's 2G
Brooklyn-Queens connection
Y'all bout to feel somethin, y'all never felt before
Aiyyo G, you know I'm like a trey-eight special
I'm close range
Fuckin with you I gotta get AK material, banana clip style
Let's do this, let's do this
[Tito]
Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles
Federal slugs, the lead'll kiss you
Infrared burners'll never miss you
All digital, hard physical, spittle you riddle you
Priest prayin over your body while you in critical
Come in a few, give out a doz this what the semi do
See what the Henny and Rémy do
BGF, Black Gorilla Family jet, Black Godfather finesse
Fifty caliber hole surroundin your chest
Bentley blue steel armored cars with boulder baguettes
We live in effect, blaze a gun while poppin a Tec
Recognize killers, nigga, pop a collar to that
Gorilla breed to the death, that's the shit that I rep
Code of silence, addicted to havin fattened the violence
AK-47 rapidly firin, got love for bloodshed and the sirens
Take banana clips to my gun, to keep my shit off balance
My heart filled with malice
[Chorus: Kool G Rap - repeat 2X]
Yo, if you livin thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches strippin in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let em stack y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
[Nawz]
Yo, wavin cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash
From rockets that blast, yo we in your pockets for cash
Burgundy mask, bullets like a surgery slash
Internally burn your staff and dismember your ass
Coroners bag from autops' to medical lab
I leave you leakin like Carlito watch your memory flash
Quicksand for fam, tied a fuckin brick to your hands
I'm sicker with the Henny liquor with the clip to your man
When it's on it's on, do your moms bodily harm
Firstborn'll be your first gone, beef goes on
Permanent cash, put you in the tourniquet fast
Feed you glass and use you to fertilize the grass
Puff green when we fiendin to murder ya whole team
For cream, the infrared beams'll shatter your dreams
I flatter your queen and rip her right out of her jeans
Intervene and it's the homicide scene for your team
[Chorus]
[AZ]
From hideous acts on the one gettin rid of the gats
A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that?
The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked
Niggaz is strapped, half bent, illin, spillin they 'gnac
Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick
We mob in it, fake niggaz dissolve in minutes
It's codes to it, real killers they know music
Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it
Courvoisier-sippin, this slim nigga stay flippin
My ways different, duck when the AK spittin
It's more to it, verbal wisely, all fluent
In real life this is how the dogs do it
Double-edged sword, rep for y'all seein the board
See y'all home soon, it's better than seein the morgue
So what's the conflict, who wanna Don with this?
For the streets strictly we got the bombest shit
[Chorus]
[Kool G Rap]
Two violent niggaz sit at the round table, in brown sables
Chains hangin down to the navel
Brooklyn and Queens connect get down fatal
Hold the four-pound stable
Won't hesitate to rock a clown's cradle
Get put in the dirt like ground cable
Found from bloodhound nasals
Or deep in the river get found naval
That shit y'all spit sound fable
"American Me" style, knife in the anal; who 'round to save you?
I leave you from waist down disabled
Face split like a round bagel
Found in a hospital gown witcha crown stapled
Wrong one to tangle with, a gym star, spangle your shit
Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch
Single niggaz out on the strip and bang in a clip
Slugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the click
A force of habit, for me to let it rip across your attic
Never violent with a silent but I toss your cabbage
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Only the good soldiers die young
To stay alive up in these streets you gotsta fly one
Fore the flamers make you famous aimin to ply one
Niggaz is dyin over pie crumbs, the live ones
(Only the good die young)
Only the good soldiers die young
Over chips they'll leave you drippin witcha side numb
Come out the fort with your torches up and ride Dunn
No one survives with a shy gun inside slums
(Only the good die young)
[Kool G Rap]
The bullies are back
Gettin the news that's tragic, feuds are graphic
Moves through the traffic
Break any rules you lose your attic
Who's in the habit of usin the static
Make somethin ooze out your cabbage
When dudes with ratchets, can pay your dues
Stools on the mattress, bruised and battered
Blown out your shoes and your fabrics
With Jakes searchin for clues and maggots
My crew is savage, we carry no dead weight
Bet they hide you when I slide kid
All my tools is packaged, and lose you faggots
Stay coppin them jewels with karats, so who's the rabbit
Trix are for kids, in the buggy eye 6 on the strip
Strictly for big wigs, so tell me what this is
A nigga that's bout his biz, a nigga that don't forgive
A nigga that don't renege, a nigga that bust a cig, rupture your ribs
Front and I'll bring it to you 'xactly where you live
BGF surround the crib, throw a pound to the kid
Hit a fry when the good die young
[Chorus]
[Kool G Rap]
Yo it's a whole city of animals
Cannibals, bloodthirsty niggaz that hammer you
and handle you, shots makin you flammable
That's what an evil man's plan'll do
Vandal you, candle you, dismantle you
Leavin your fam and crew, pan a few blocks
Bodies in camera view, for a grand or two
Land you on channel two
When niggaz can't eat, that's what the fam'll do
Leave you for the mantle, examine you
For the van to come transfer you
Too late to bandage you, too much damage to you
The coroners know how to manage you
Down in they land they planted you
That's what the cannons do, forever branded you
Spare cannoned you, abandoned you, rock you to sleep
Niggaz surrounded you, death wish granted you, fan at you
Went to my hundred shot clip when they flip & throw a grand at you
Peel your shit open like a can of brew
Then they work from the mandible, havin you livin where the salmon do
The good die young, redrum, who left to take a stand for you
[Chorus]
[Kool G Rap]
You ock a hot bet (?) and catch a popped vessel
And shot vestibule; you got testicles
Beef bring a nigga get shot visible
Rock with the best of you; then it's back to the block
The blacktops we open up shop and clock decimals
Fake cops, scrape from the teeth hot for residue
The foul slang liver(?) page, reach for that shit on your waist
Every killer in the place get hit in the face
Turn around, simmer down nigga, get in the safe
What you fear when the shots is blowin; shed a tear for the one
that caught one under the ear inside of his top popped open
It's death for all niggaz that left with the glock smokin
Came in with hot toast and left the whole spot soakin
Fuck y'all niggaz not knowin, we make your seeds stop growin
Guerilla nigga, we keep rhymes flowin
Bust a four pound, man down, found in the lot swollen
Drama brung, all inside the slum, the good die young
[Kool G. Rap:]
You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil
Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl
I holds weight, ya'll niggas skinny like Olive Oil
We throws atleast half a ki' in the pot to boil
Royal niggas, rags to riches
Because your boy breaks bitches like glasses, dishes
Burn money like I put it in some grass and spliffed it
If I don't get my man that's passed, it's not misses
Female donkeys, ya'll niggas ass and dickless
Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets
Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
The truth like Al Capone dying for the syphlis
Cross me, you name flying on the hit list
Ya'll niggas buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift
That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff
I'm on my grizzly, you might walk right into bear shit
You rock your pants too tight, get off that queer shit
No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear shit
Like the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airlift
[Chorus: Tash Mahogany]
Sword, don't you know what you bring?
You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men
There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live
All the war that you bring to men
War - is comin' home - takes families
War - I'm not a great big fan of it
War - is something that is scandalous
Oh no – oh no
War - is comin' by air, land, & sea
War - is man's insanity
This world... for sure...
Must stop - this world of war
[Ghostface Killah:]
Tell ya fake niggas don't get me involved, my back is chunky
Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy
Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln
Stand next to you and my jewels look like ya cage is shrinking
Love sweets like a dope fiend, nodder with fat hands
Keep birds around me, they be calling me Batman
Precisely I pop like cheap luggage, prefusely bleeding
Word on the streets is you lost three buckets
Fuck it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds
Rob me, bitch, I have your whole hood crying
Lighting candles on the street like, 'why you trying? '
Oh lord, why you had to lullabye him
His jewels is cursed, his seeds is first
When he do shows, he pop a wheelie off his murst
Six three, medium built, tall like Lurch
While ya'll faggots be sleep, he be putting in work
[RZA:]
That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a glance
It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants
Got a rock, rocket in my pocket
For to knock ya head right out the socket
Turn teardrops to smile, been glanced this spare child
Spra ya gallon of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows
No phone home, you dribbling, we stone ya sibling
Get my bloods from Tilden, to burn your building
Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your collar bone
No, you don't got a fucking chance to holler home
Nice dream, your sliced spleen, cut through your ice bling
G-O-D, heats, melts you like it's ice cream
I'm not vanilla, I'm black panther chinchilla
My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorilla
The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight
Get you trapped in the jungle now you can't escape
War it is, that's the biz, glock pop, plops the feds
Split your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, blast your 'quip
Chains and whips, planes and ships, guns, swords and flintstones
And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks, you know it's
For all my people who got someone locked down right now
Fuck it, this for everyone locked down right now, fuck it
Help me out, Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli, Kool G Rap
From the street blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box
Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the cops
Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watch
Fifth stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops
Even though they not speaking a lot,
the plot ease drop, greasing a cop
Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot
Get tied from your feet to the top, you caught in the hall,
make blood skeet with a mop
If you doing shift in the kitchen blood'll leak in the pot,
Just a long game of sheep and the fox
Phone time, beef for your slot, the shit'll make you weep in your coot
Mayors get messy y'all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall
Pressed against the wall, got the best of y'all,
stitch from neck to balls
Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled,
nothing sexy at all
The life destiny wall, hope the Lord bless when he call,
Stand like a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier
they come heavier from nigga to whore
Be a predator, dead in the morgue, a spread in the log
In the prison, industrial complex
You got taxes, politics, jobs death
Gross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless
From the pyramids down to the projects
What do it take, vandal try to escape
I got a homemade shank, wrap the handle with tape
Better move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass
Niggas in my clique stick dick to your ass
So we don't give a fuck trying to make time past
Here eat it up feed a nigga fine glass
Got jail house wine in the stash,
[Kool G Rap]
We bring the thug shit for real nigga
You know how we do
Y'all know how a nigga bring it
Straight direct at you kid
Like a Don from out of Sicily; under the arm is where the pistol be
Top of your forehead, the kiss'll be
planted ever so soft and gentle but die viciously
Hours of torture, before the torture apply misery
Days before I feel pity to give a guy liberty
Seen him, his pants shitty and eyes all glittery
I'll die a rich man before the FBI figure me
40 stories up, inside a high rise in Italy
No hidden forces, only natural courses deliver me
Gray hairs from the great years, fears never shiver me
Reminscin, how we car-bombed ignitions
of politicians, judges strong-armed to listen
Men turnin up dead, or hurt harmed and missin
Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar stunk
Gettin surrounded by bitches blowin cigars drunk
One of my stonefaced goons'll make your heart pump
Electrocution with cables that make the car jump
The yard punks, that sinned with a life sentence for sellin hard junk
The family, the whole commission
Has been around since the days before prohibition (no doubt)
Mathematics was good then, the slow addition
Some overdosed down a coke slope, a dope addicition
Lookin back on them days, I ran a whole division
Some of the Jake and the state was tryin to throw the mission
They caught a ticket ride to hell with no admission; beyond these tracks
A life of networkin, sippin bourbon and co-gnac
First version observin in stocks and bonds we stack
The chronicles, these are the days of Don G Rap
[Havoc]
With, murder on his mind, take it in blood
We takin that aim, and niggaz throwin shit in the game
[Chorus: Havoc x2]
How it feel when we comin at you, these gats blowin at you
Personally, don't give a FUCK where you at
And an unfamiliar face, you know we like WHO DAT?
On point nigga, it ain't goin down like that
[Kool G Rap]
We do our thing, underhandedly still, tuck a mill'
For the family will, mansion and hot wheels in Amityville
Treat a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeal
Break the code of silence, just hand me the steel
For every wrong done, a man'll be killed, there's plans to rebuild
Curtains and drapes, got these Jakes tryin to can me for real
Until then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill
Or catch me laid up in the canope ill
With two mamis handin me thrills; Vivica Fox body Vanity grills
Rubberbandin these bills; tryin to duck the fame and the glamour
Tryin to stay from out the range of the scanners
Not tryin to get my frame in the camera
Avoid tabloids and front pages
Bums get knocked off and bumped for favors
Collect Trump papers with pumps and gauges
Royale suites when I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searchin the city dump for neighbors
Pinky ring with a chunk of glacier
Copped a spot with a bunch of acres
Some of them got they bodies slumped for capers
Barcaleno hat, ducks and gators
Got a crib full of housemaids, butlers and waiters
My click, from the minor league jump to major
We gon' rock until we jackpot, FUCK THEM HATERS
If we have to run up in City Hall, abduct the Mayor
Any man against the master plan can fuck with craters!
[Chorus x1.5]
[CHORUS]
[Kool G Rap]
Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks
[Prodigy]
Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at
I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back
[Kool G Rap]
It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at
[Prodigy]
Listen, if you goin out of town and don't bear them gats
[Kool G Rap]
It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at
If you caught up in a beef and you scared to clap
[Prodigy]
Dogs, it ain't where you from, it's where you at
[VERSE 1: Kool G Rap]
Shit, thug listen (What up baby?)
Ain't nothin 'round here but drug addiction
Niggas is anti-love-livin
The slug-givin little shortie on the snub itchin
For beef, he might get left in the street with his blood drippin
The poor niggas sling crack, real raw niggas that bang gats
Crazy lady jumped on the train tracks
Know if you owe somebody dough you better bring that
Them kids is live, put five where your brain at
You walk the streets of the slums
Know to spot beef when it come
Reach for the guns or feel the heat from the ones
Never know who your killer be (Yeah, speak to no one)
Just put a Desert Eagle beak in his lung
Leak em and run, some guys light the blunts up
(And then what?) And then go ride with the pumps up
Chopped up bitch inside of a dumpster
Paramedics tryin to speed a nigga pulse up
(Yo, he's a cold blue) victim of the vultures
Block sizzlin hot, flooded in the middle with cops
Innocent nigga topped, riddled with shots
Kids up in rock spots clock knots, fiddle with glocks
Ready to die for what little they got
Tricks, hoes and thugs (That's right)
The ones that put holes in mugs
Waitin outside for them ones that pose in clubs
To that strange nigga knockin on your do' with gloves
Let the .44 blow for grub, it's no love
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2: Prodigy]
You got uniformed cops, the D's when it's hot
TNT knockin down the door of your spot
The feds come get you once you think you on top
They just been buildin they case, they got you on tape
The CIA clip you if the shit is that deep
Your money's that long, you ain't that strong
Informants'll bury you under the jail
They got wires and statements for juries to hear
Then they got rivals that got it clickin just like you
That's your competition, them niggas tryin to eat too
They'll set you up for dead if you don't show strength
Extort all your workers cause you ain't built for this
Plus stick-up kids and jealous-ass niggas
You gotta watch your front, sides and your back (Damn)
You gotta keep your eyes on your bitch and your mens
You gotta keep your mind sharp livin so fed
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville
where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL)
We rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin
in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin
[Kool G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better watch his step)
[Billy Danze]
Mentally I'm home alone, and since you're deaf
99.9 of the times I've got my mojo
Buka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-CLAK like whoa!
[Lil' Fame]
Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow
Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your (?)
(STREET TEAM) East coast up, toast up
We don't put posters up, we post up
I'ma front line nigga, you don't want mine nigga
Play tough - and I fuck your shit BUK BUK
You have a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in slings
Both legs numb from them arms an' tings
[Chorus: M.O.P. + G. Rap]
[ALL] It's the legendary street team!
[Rap] Kool G. Rap's (BACK!)
[Fame] Fizzy Womack's (BACK!)
[Bill] Billy Danze (AWW DAMN!)
[Rap] That's how we do it in the ghetto
Spit fire from the heavy metal (WHERE YOU AT?)
[repeat Chorus]
[Kool G. Rap]
Aiyyo - my attributes of life, never too nice, the rules are too trife
You lose life, hit for blue ice, dead over two dice
My ape click, potty chips, body shit
Chinese click on you stick you like Poli-Grip
One false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in they lobbies hit
The back of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti shit
Mothers and hotties hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n
cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin to bust your melon open
Gates of heaven is closed, hell is open, shells are smokin
Road blocks, yellow tape from four shots
Murder plot door knocks, heads drop inside of co-ops
Get buried in corn crops, with tall tops
Hammers drop, magnums pop, you get spotted
on some six o'clock shit on your Magnavox
Taggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick shit, and bitch we rip shit
Iller than Pillsbury with the biscuits
[Chorus 2X]
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner
Stomp through the crowd wavin the M.O.P. banner
Keep fresh coppertops, in the player hater scanner
Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you don't wanna know the man
(OHH!) The hooded soldier, one should never overlook
In posession of eternal life as a crook
It been written in the books, embedded in the streets
[Kool G. Rap]
Yeah, pushed out of crack spots
[Billy Danze]
And bumped out of jeeps!
[Lil' Fame]
I'm from a place where cats look conspicuous and rob
Fitzroy, P-Noid, stickin to his arms
Catch you at a pay phone, kickin it to moms
Lift your +Face/Off+ like Nicholas and John
(WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) Put a hole where you think at
(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your mink hat
Brownsville motherfucker it's so true
Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes
[Chorus 2X]
[Kool G. Rap]
Y'all niggaz act like y'all know
First Family, Black Guerilla Family, united, y'know?
It's a Queens and B'Ville thing, word up
Y'all niggaz come scrap witcha'll heat
or get laid the fuck down, word up, no games
Y'all niggaz know
[Kool G. Rap:]
This religous get made, clean titles through the edge of a blade
Afro bro flow, smoother than '70's suede
Number one headband, hold an edge, you'se a dead man
Noted ID's, IV's or bed pans
Sword still left hand, blood in the red sand
You know where I rep the desert lands with a desert blam
The baby working my heavy hands, dudes call him Afro
Precise style from big piece to asshole
And y'all talk like I'm the one to listen
I'm on a long mission, dude is gone fishing
Seven thirty early, you beating the dog fisherman
I don't chase 'em or replace 'em, I fish 'em in
I take a him shot, and walk away whistling
Plot on tops of the five fam at the christening
Bubble goose, double loop like the Michelen man
Streets of N.Y.C. to the Michigan, man
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
[Inspectah Deck:]
Straight out the woods, where the hoods don't come
It's the legend and I'm second to none, son it's better to run
Try and test before you get to ya gun
You gon' leave with ya head in the trunk
Sho' nuff I'm a beast on the stretch, realize
You done said ya last words once I reach for the hip
Man don't even give me reason to flip, it's the season to flip
You know the drill, so don't even resist
The kid lives with the blade, one with the jungle
Calm and I'm humble, but I said it in the rage
I'm looking for some getback, getback
I'm quick to push ya wig back, nigga shouldn't have did that
Now I'm on your ass like tight pants
All across mountain top, deep water and highlands
See me, see the Indian dance, for all ya'll
I'm death in the flesh, remember my face
[G-Wise * vocoder box effect]
Yeahhh, yeh yeh - G. Rap that's gangsta (my life nigga)
[Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder]
All of my life, I live
I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu
Thug it out baby, thug it out baby
Don't stop 'til I die for this
I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Kool G. Rap]
Yo, yo
Giancanna the name break it down simple and plain
Went from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin the game
Know how to tempt dames to tense in the Range
Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name
Limp with a cane, lactosin limp for the king
We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim
Strictly about makin that bread pop (y'know) blocks red hot
from feds and cops, lookin for rock bottles with red tops
Tradin lead shots with dreadlocks
Infrared dots 'til their head drop, we fled spots
Word on the curb is when it came to birds we spread flocks (no doubt)
No tellin when the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop
Copped the latest every hot flavor in them crocs and gators
Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest
Out of town trips in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas
My plot for paper was crockpots of wafers
[Chorus]
[Kool G. Rap]
Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons
Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh)
Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon
Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue
Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun [yeahhhh]
Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom
Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes
Prison niggaz that ran balloons
Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons
Fuck women in tanning rooms
Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do
Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit
If I can't stack a nigga cap get peeled loose
Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice
So where that Don be? (right here) In the calm breeze in the palm trees
Bomb G under the armpiece
Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy
Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory
Washin the jackpot like laundry
Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[G-Wise * vocoder box in background to fade]
[Kool G. Rap]
G. Rap nigga.
What, thug shit, Queens clicks
What. uh-huh
Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks
Thug shit, Queens clicks