[Kool G Rap]
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(Yo!! G Rap nigga) See y'all thought it was a game right?
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Like y'all ain't know this was gon' happen? (Jinx Da Juvy)
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We {*censored*} for life, we known for holdin it down
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Gun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever (word)
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We ain't havin none of that, you heard? (word)
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[Chorus: G Rap + Juvy]
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[Kool] If you about dough, we can get paid wit y'all
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[Jinx] Wanna ball out, we can get laid wit y'all
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[Kool] You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y'all
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[Jinx] Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y'all
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[Kool] You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y'all
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[Jinx] You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y'all
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[Kool] You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y'all
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[Jinx] You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y'all!
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[Kool G Rap]
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This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugs
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My real killers out on the corner that's seen blood
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My wild niggaz schemin with snubs, fiendin for grub
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Eatin off the streets, triple-beamin the drugs
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The ones that put a red beam in your mug
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The ones that bug and be in the clubs
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and hide whips, gleamin with dubs
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This one goes out to my peoples
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that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel
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in back of the spots but chop on the lethal
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Then pop goes the weasel
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If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles
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We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles
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Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle
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Lay you down with shots that are cerebral
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Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal
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Hop like Kenieval, pass the cops in our Regals
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Above blowin like diplomats, me and my click of cats
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Duck when we spit the gat or get your shit twisted back
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[Chorus]
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[Jinx Da Juvy]
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That young fella straight from the slums and that's that
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Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack
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Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at
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So play crazy and this 380'll twist your cap back
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Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at
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Duckin the boys in blue, with jumps in asscrack
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Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster
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for niggaz schemin so I'm fiendin to bend your wig over
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You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over
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Without a license, gettin brain in a tint Rover
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But not for nuttin, a frontin dude get popped for frontin
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Y'all the type to snitch when a cop's comin
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But that don't stop nuttin cause trust me the cop's duckin
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A badge don't mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin
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And I don't think the pig's tryin to get, popped in the stomach
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Or be worse, layin with they wig hotter than the oven
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[Chorus]
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[Kool G Rap]
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G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth
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Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks
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Wheelin the 6 to cribs on hills in the sticks
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Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit
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Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin krills on the strip
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Now we, spillin the Crist', niggaz still with the hits
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Won't stop until I cop a half-a-mill' for the wrist
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Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst
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G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up
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Harsh killer hold the hammer like 20 bar villains
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Spit flames like Godzilla, menage-a-trois in large villas
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Pack the trey-pound God pealer
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It's a hard thriller mob chiller
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Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer
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Y'all niggaz is yard squealers; play around and be a scar feeler
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A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller
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[Chorus]
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[Kool G Rap]
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What? (G Rap nigga) Black {*censored*} fam baby, uhh
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(Jinx Da Juvy) The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? 2000 shit
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Here to rule shit
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All y'all weak niggaz fall back
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Brrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here
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Blaze Wit Ya`ll
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| Kool G Rap |
