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[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 Queens shit for life nigga |
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[ 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 [ CHORUS (2X) ] |
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[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] (Beotch!) |
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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 ice꿢ight 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 (o뻩w) 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 Yeah, Giancana, mob boss nigga, what uh |
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[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 - repeat 2X] 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] - repeat 1.5X [Havoc] Word |
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[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 Brrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here |
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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 [Kool G Rap] 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 [Chorus: 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 [Kool G Rap] 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 [Chorus] 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 (Repeat Twice) |
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| 4:04 |
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[Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder] All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu Rock it out baby, knock it out baby Won't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Capone] I speak on phones in Kohl's, my shit stay tapped Like Gregory Hines, wild since seventy-nine I'm federal time, still an enemy of the state They had to beat the murder case back in eighty-eight (tell 'em bout it) Judge Hoffman gave fifteen to Q-God's Started riots in the jungle like the Rodney King charges In L.A., what up essa? (whaddup) I spray tre' pounds (yeahhhh) To nueva, I'm loco nigga (loco) I'm the one that made attempts on the popo bigger I put crazy work in, (that's right) fuck who criticize my verses I only rap, cuz the streets is sour The money is good and I couldn't find sheets for powder I could get on some bullshit, (on some bullshit) y'all niggaz understand me? I keep heat like Miami, fry for family (what? fry for family) Rubbing tat for infanity, I curse the game Menace to Society like O-Dog and Kane (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder] All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu Rock it out baby, knock it out baby Won't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee Yeah yeah yeah yeah [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo It's mafia ties, rules, let 'em fuck each other's wives Niggaz is real stupid and they think like chicks They was dealing with ounce money 'til I bought the bricks I done walked through the valley of the shadow of death (yeahhhh) And smoked cigarettes, constant, step for step (oh yeah) Island-style, four-bill and mop your neck I got the bandana, see, it's already a "B" I'm like Santana from American ME They call me D.A.N. - Dead All Nore (D.A.N. - Dead All Noreeeee) And I got guns, y'all ain't got nothin for me Fuck the popo, cuz niggaz don't leave no prints (prints) Niggaz gave me a brick and ain't seen me since (yeahhhh) Now I'm out the game like Kane and them And now niggaz want me, I ain't blamin them I got guns that stretch south, macs and tecs out I big'd up, copped the five, fuck a six, what!? (ohhhh oh oh) [Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder] All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu Rock it out baby, knock it out baby Won't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Kool G. Rap] All of my life, uh-huh uh-huh 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? In the calm breeze in the palm trees Bomb G under the armpiece (yeahhhh) 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 (All of my...) [Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder 2x] All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu Rock it out baby, knock it out baby Won't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee Yeah yeah yeah yeah [G-Wise * vocoder - two voices at once] Life, we spend, someone - know someone We spend, (yeah) we spend... And what about - where you come from (where you come from, where you) What about - You will get up on-on... My life, my life, my life [Kool G. Rap] What.. uh...uh-huh Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks |
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[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 |
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(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 Y'all know the drill |
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[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 |
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[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 Uhh.. yeah |
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