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Kool G Rap
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Just wanted for my peeps out on the street of six feet baby
Watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep in on a creep now
Just wanted for my guns and self stay to do a long bid
We stay reppin' for Queens, infrared beams
Ayo I only rock with fam and
Plot plannin' niggas to cop the cannons
Run with the eyes jammin' niggas
Do a whole bid in the box standin'
Eight niggas that's quick to hop in the van and
Cock Glocks and put the drop on top of the whole block gamblin'
Turnin' the knots landin', gunshots got 'em scramblin'
Leavin' four cops to examine
The streets are frigid so I speak it vivid
Sleep with it, love with it, live it
If you want one of these slugs I'ma give it
And pop it 'til you drop liquid
Your days are numbered now kid, droppin' in digits
Bodies get sent to the chop shop like Civics
All for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit
The wrong spot to risk it
Nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuit
Get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards
Keep you far from the child shit
.40 Cal spit, runnin' with wild flicks
Dead you and beat the murder trial shit
Twelve foul whips, the strip is scorchin'
Flooded with drug enforcement lawmen strippin' your fortune
Shorties are like the Statue of Liberty
They stay livin' the torchin' office
Spit the fifth often, mad jakes get abortions
Weak ones lay stiff in the coffin
Federal stakeouts, spots get raided
Shots get traded, comin' to lock everything rock related
Keepin' the cell blocks overly populated
Incarcerated, Scarface is intoxicated
Dead ass get operated, some get chopped and faded
Leavin' 'em bleedin', need for medical aid
From sharp metal relay
When shit get hot it's hard to settle the blaze
The ghetto we praise nigga
Ayo the life you hold is bout good as the dice you roll
Be careful kid these streets is ice cold
The thirsty ones out workin' the night patrol
For the price of gold and the story of a life get told nigga
(Simple and plain)
The life you hold is bout good as the dice you roll
Be careful kid these streets is ice cold
The thirsty ones out workin' the night patrol
For the price of gold and the story of a life get told nigga
Ayo, how many make it out? It's one in a million
Scared to death 'cause one of your children
Just might be the next one to get stressed in front of the buildin'
Jumpin' out, pullin' guns out
Runnin' with villains, livin' in pain, kid in the street game
Trapped in these blocks where the heat flame
Where niggas reach for they thing, speak slang
Chop your grill until the meat hang
Bustin' they gats, runnin' the street games
Look out for the cheap dames that set you up
Invite you to the crib to wet you up
Lift your necklace up, bringin' a clique to lift and mess you up
Smiff and wess you up, never press your luck
Be prepared to bust, how many you dare to trust?
Keep your friends close and enemies closer
I pour double shots, serve 'em me to toast a friendly ghost
Until the game he owes us, send some guineas to roast ya
If they can't approach ya, send me the semi-toasters
Give 'em the Kennedy doses, empty and you're bolder
Life is about bendin' them slimmies over
Plenty Bennies and Rovers
Half naked women for lemme sofas
Crib with the Fendi sofas, black coasting oysters
Crack Jehovahs, stackin' like salsa
Tailor made suits with Gucci penny loafers
Mac-10s and holsters for rats and vultures
Heavenly teeth packagin' cultures
The raps are vulgar, blow the backs of Cobras
Run with the gat exploders, gun slingers
Corners of slum hangers, the brick and tongue bringers
And slingers, keep one in the chamber baby
Ayo the life you hold is bout good as the dice you roll
Be careful kid these streets is ice cold
The thirsty ones out workin' the night patrol
For the price of gold and the story of a life get told nigga
(Simple and plain)
The life you hold is bout good as the dice you roll
Be careful kid these streets is ice cold
The thirsty ones out workin' the night patrol
For the price of gold and the story of a life get told nigga
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