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[Kool G. Rap]
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Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin
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Blastin the mad streets and merkin
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Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans
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Curtains for anybody perpin
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Leave in a hearse for certain
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Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans
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We roll a ?durbin?
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All in this dirt, puffin the herb an'
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we bring the verbs in
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Double action's loaded with Germans
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Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin
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Gun fights strike like a serpent
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People nerves jerkin
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Lay down any person
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strictly for just talkin rehearsin
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The skills remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin
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Slowly carry the burden
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so we varied the shit you heard an'
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hit you with the different methods and versions;
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we simply,
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let bullets rip until the clip is empty
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Get laid in your tracks as if you was ??
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Hit you like Jack Dempsey
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The mac packin MC, with gats clappin like an M.P.
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Over your friendly wimpy, frame like an M.D.
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Blow you until your block's windy
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Be on short of a shot frenzy
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My glocks don't stop til the cops hem me
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Blow holy hollow tops in me
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Hazardous shit - guns is accurate
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Sendin niggaz to meet the King of Nazareth
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Playin me close has a risk
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I bash clicks like they was massacres
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Blast the tear gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
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That's the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed
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These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist
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Chorus: Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)
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Yo let the games begin
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The tec and mac-10 flames begin
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Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins
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Hammers to firing pins
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Me and my kin be makin you spin
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The Lord or The Devil takin you in
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[Kool G. Rap]
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It's the Corona Queens apocalypse
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My block is hit with the dark eclipse
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Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips
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The rap's apostle-ist, niggaz to Loch Ness
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Large as Colossus is
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Mumblin shit get shot at the esophagus
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A Thug Saga novelist
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Sex in this rap shit monogamous
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Rainin like the drop is while you be topicless
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Blow money monopolist - do it for eons
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Shinin like it's, neon - heart colder than freon
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Decidin which MC to pee on;
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baby cause that's the shit that we on
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Niggaz go to Warrick like Deion
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Put the G on
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I analyze guys with Montana eyes
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to vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise
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Cut em down like samurais
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Kickin that real shit that you fantasize
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Niggaz step aside or recognize
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G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel that
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Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back
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Battle-actin rap shit'll put you in back of a Cadillac
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A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts
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Red roses on a dead foe
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Layin in wet clothes from head blows
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Your whole brain be exposed
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Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws
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None of my victims ever bled slow
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Stiff as Al Capone, that's how it go
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Chorus
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Let the Games Begin
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| Kool G. Rap |
