<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
[scratches]
"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
