<i>[Intro]</i> <i>[Pee]</i> this the killa's shit dun <i>[G. Rap]</i> No Doubt .The undisputed..
<i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For street niggas livin with they lives on the line <i>[Prodigy]</i> For young guns comin' up during these times <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For police that find drugs let niggas slide <i>[Prodigy]</i> For niggas out slinging like 4 in the night <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight <i>[Prodigy]</i> For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night <i>[Prodigy]</i> This be the realest shit you heard in your life.
<i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> Yo When the gats reveal You cats get peeled and that's the deal Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real When the slugs burst G.Rap be aiming at your mug first Niggas is blood thirst We'll see who get plugged worst We dug earth The place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you Jacking you more than ripper My fifth's an organ shifter The human organism lifter You'll be hearing organs If ya leaving orphans, If ya Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya A fork pitcher To bump heads with those that dump lead Accurate shot in back of your knot Leave you one dead G.Rap,Havoc and Prodigy Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun Yo if it gotta be,it gotta be
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<i>[Havoc]</i> Yo when the gat spit Some niggaz get blown off the atlas It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus Get practiced what you lack is You think like the average Jake stoop down and leavin' crime scenes entangled Nothing but cannons get conspicuous Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched Wild out a part of the pack 'cause they made me like that If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that Draw blood for my nigga G.O.D,Ty Nitty and Twin And Twin is not here plus my kin Killa B forever with me Quick to settle with me Into QB to show love throughout the years with me You got guns we got guns the serious ones Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns Love never disrespect hit shit to re-direct
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<i>[Prodigy]</i> Never prejudge It be the humble that squeeze slugs It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee I spent more nights illin' less nights chillin' The more shots they hold the better they feel it What be the dealizz Some killas like to hide behind specs Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest Or so young that you wouldn't even expect To be burstin' off guns like a vietnam vet On the steps Sittin' in the staircase bent Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep I settle things with a heavy metal fifth Change clips Switch clothes after I spit Put niggas back in they place for shit that's on the mind kid
All ya rap niggas pay homage When he raps, spit atomics When verse crash the Earth like a comet Raise a prophet, make hot lava spit out like vomit We Vietnam it, scramble ya brain like an omelette Spling baby link the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it We trom it, it take a Terror Squad to dis arm it We layin with grenades in our palms, two hours longer
[Big Punisher] Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the good boys Said she got a 400 pound retarted Bronx nigga from the Projects What nigga you don't want it, cock figga figga got it You make me sick, fuckin wit Pun, youse a crazy bitch Hold him for ransom, or cut off his tongue in cause he itchin 80 stitches across cheak, 70 more for talkin cheap A buck 50 even nigga, that's regulation on the street
[yo and come on scratched]
"No man can go against me!"
[more scratchin]
"You don't stop me"
[Kool G. Rap] Probaly socks soes inside the trenches Closin in for miles to inches, killin the distance, enemy flinches Death finces left for kid limus Made mine behind the barb wire fences Crossfire tent winters Saw my man blow, bandana tied tight like Rambo Burn a slug make the land glow Niggas screamin for medics and ammo Every soldier in your camp go
[Big Punisher] Me and my man Joe got ya back AKA Joey Crack, AK with the mack, makin my to the pack Everyday I gotta be strapped, cuz niggas don't know how to act You don't wanna go the gap, cuz T-Squad gonna react Whatta we go? thugs and ammo, by a hundred tons of guns and rambos Just in case you comin Commando I'm a Sopranos and Corleones wit they own armies And a couple of morrenos that'll die for me
[Kool G. Rap] Hammers a law under the camouflage here to take jars Put a cap inside ya cap and leave a four in your sarge Killas are large, my two trade pound gauge will sound hard For every round sabotage, bodies hit the ground hard
[Big Punisher] That's a pound dog bout to get down and put the work Try the jury but it wouldn't work, skit but it wouldn't merk He glass, no glass, think fast yo ass too late, muthafucka Put a d-rap too fast
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"Act like you want Drama" "Kool G. Rap" "Big Pun" "X-Executioners style"
All ya rap niggas pay homage When he raps, spit atomics When verse crash the Earth like a comet Raise a prophet, make hot lava spit out like vomit We Vietnam it, scramble ya brain like an omelette Spling baby link the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it We trom it, it take a Terror Squad to dis arm it We layin with grenades in our palms, two hours longer
[Big Punisher] Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the good boys Said she got a 400 pound retarted Bronx nigga from the Projects What nigga you don't want it, cock figga figga got it You make me sick, fuckin wit Pun, youse a crazy bitch Hold him for ransom, or cut off his tongue in cause he itchin 80 stitches across cheak, 70 more for talkin cheap A buck 50 even nigga, that's regulation on the street
[yo and come on scratched]
"No man can go against me!"
[more scratchin]
"You don't stop me"
[Kool G. Rap] Probaly socks soes inside the trenches Closin in for miles to inches, killin the distance, enemy flinches Death finces left for kid limus Made mine behind the barb wire fences Crossfire tent winters Saw my man blow, bandana tied tight like Rambo Burn a slug make the land glow Niggas screamin for medics and ammo Every soldier in your camp go
[Big Punisher] Me and my man Joe got ya back AKA Joey Crack, AK with the mack, makin my to the pack Everyday I gotta be strapped, cuz niggas don't know how to act You don't wanna go the gap, cuz T-Squad gonna react Whatta we go? thugs and ammo, by a hundred tons of guns and rambos Just in case you comin Commando I'm a Sopranos and Corleones wit they own armies And a couple of morrenos that'll die for me
[Kool G. Rap] Hammers a law under the camouflage here to take jars Put a cap inside ya cap and leave a four in your sarge Killas are large, my two trade pound gauge will sound hard For every round sabotage, bodies hit the ground hard
[Big Punisher] That's a pound dog bout to get down and put the work Try the jury but it wouldn't work, skit but it wouldn't merk He glass, no glass, think fast yo ass too late, muthafucka Put a d-rap too fast
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"Act like you want Drama" "Kool G. Rap" "Big Pun" "X-Executioners style"
[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
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[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
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[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
[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
(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
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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
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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
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(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
[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
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[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
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[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
[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
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)
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 Might of 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
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) Keep it real on the street
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
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[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 I'm done for the night
[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 Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Ninety-five, keep it live Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin? Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1 and my motherfuckin man Grimm Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem
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[B1] 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 extrordinaire, 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 Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two Handlin business properly, form a monopoly Storefront 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
Chorus: Grimm, B1
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
[Grimm] 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 ? to Suburban 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 Crackheads worship me like I'm Jesus Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces Cuties every colour, 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
Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)
[Kool G. Rap] I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn with the chrome rims Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban links Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin banks Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami Front row seats up at the Grammy's, 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 crackshacks 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
