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[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 |
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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 I'm done for the night |
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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 Outro |
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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 With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise |
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[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 Chorus |
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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. Chorus |
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[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 Yo [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 When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow |
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(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..... Chorus 2X |
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