And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets
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wearin Pele jackets
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Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket
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The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress
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corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits
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Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin steak at Benny Harner's
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Bentley's limousine the front yard stream is full of pirahnas
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I'm set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck's
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Get a lot of sess condo and duplex, diamond infested Rolex
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Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china
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Sippin on finer wine-r you see more shines than diamond miners
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The Highness, kingpin of heroin
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I'm thorough when I have to bring the terror in
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Handle business in each and every borough in
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town or city, I'm rollin like Frank Nitty, I'm rich and pretty
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Back up kiddies, I got crimies that's grimy and gritty
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A nigga that's spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky
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Makin most of my money, from all the dopefiends and junkies
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I learned from the best the ones that's livin
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and the ones that's put to rest
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So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes
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And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps
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The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap
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Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
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Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler
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It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
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Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler
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I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thing
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And if you step inside my ring, she'll bang it out and make your brains hang
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She sits at resteraunt tables with mink foxes and sables
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Drinkin Cherenade brand label she'll rock a sucker's cradle
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And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce
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She walks around with lucci in large amounts
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Millions inside Swiss bank accounts
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Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami
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Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties
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A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin her ground hoe
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And if you clown yo she'll turn into a bust a round hoe
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Fly as a Heaven's Angel got sapphires in her bangles
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Diamond earrings hangin dingle gettin money from all angles
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She's pretty under the New York city bright lights
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and real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit's tight
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Wake up early and make my rounds, break up break down
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Packin a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down
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Light up a smoke and grab a stack of C-notes
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Them slick stick up kids don't get no free dough bro
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cause I ain't tryin to be broke
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I goes all out for G Rap and this honey nothin funny
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It's a damn shame, what I gotta do to get the money
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Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
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Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler
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It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar
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Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler
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No it ain't no sleeping over (8X, then fade)
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It's a Shame
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| Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |
