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You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates
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You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate
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Run for your life when I'm starting
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Suckers are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton
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Danger, when I rearrange and change a face, ace
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You're being replaced by a stranger
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I injure, and escape like a ninja
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You got struck by a fucking revenger
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A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got
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Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it
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Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's pays
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And you can sing my blues to Billie Holiday
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Put your ass in my path and I'm a blast it
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Mind over matter, I burn like battery acid
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Terrorizing, sizing up the guys-a
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Finger on trigger, when I pull it, a bullet flys in
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G's a madman, came from the Badlands
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Crush niggas in my bare hands like beer cans
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Leaving a gash like the New York Slasher
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Showing my inches in a trench like a flasher
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You got a problem, I'm a problem solver
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Solve more problems with a .357 revolver
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Come near you pay dearly
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And I can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearly
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On a sole role, the golden mic holder
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And I flatten your ass just like a steam roller
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Pity for niggas I waste
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Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace
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I got your ass on target
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You got beef? You better save it for the motherfucking meat market
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Rhymes choke you like a headlock
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If a sucker's asleep, I turn his shit into Bedrock
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Come on son, get done in
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Niggas are running like the redcoats is coming
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I enlist punk niggas that want some of this
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And what's left is the breath of a death wish
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A pimp that loves shrimps and lobster
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And for a hobby I'm hitting niggas up like a mobster
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I got a story for each little poor territory
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The ghetto glory in all categories
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The death threats I received from the head vests
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I'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead pet
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The troop that stoops to brutality
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Giving all nationalities a taste of reality
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Kool G Rap is here to draw
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And any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue
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All victims unidentified, so check it
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You gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental record
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What I use to torture liars:
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Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers
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So you thought you could last?
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Go and get a green thumb because your ass is grass
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Eric B. is the undertaker
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His pockets swoll because he's rolling in more dough than a baker
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Quiet type, but I won't have it
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Cause when I swing with the boys I get noisy like traffic
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So if you know what I know, see what I see
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G Rap is down with a mafioso posse
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And I'm quick to go stick other suckers
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With a smile just like a sick motherfucker
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A bullet inside the sucker's guts and
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Hit butt and his nuts, we throw him in the Hudson
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This is for all the non-believers
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They receive a gash in their ass from a meat cleaver
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Don't even try to get fast
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You know the time because I'm 5 seconds off your ass
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A nightmare leaving you suckers breathless
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You stepping to Kool G Rap, then that's a death wish
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Death Wish
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Kool G Rap and DJ Polo |