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[Kool G. Rap]
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Here's the motherfuckin magnificent
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I'll even bag innocent motherfuckers
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See suckers like there was ten I sent
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So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey - eight
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Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your playmate
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So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin that shit is dead
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Tell it to the motherfuckin mortician
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So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin niggaz dead out
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and blowin the back of your fuckin head out
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Cookin niggaz better than mama's dinner
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So let the drama enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
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Because I'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frame
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like they was pictures of a bitch that I divorced
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Boss, so come on nigga, get wild and loose
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I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse
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Even your bitch can get it nigga
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I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
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and pull the fuckin trigger
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Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate
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Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me
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It ain't a man in the land that can stand G. Rap
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Save that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
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Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
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Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck with the AIDS virus
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Cause I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
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And put niggaz to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle
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The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin a fit
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Leavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's dick
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Good luck, another hood bucked
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I kick you so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot stuck
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See I manage to give niggaz more than a bandage
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Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage
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Cause I'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
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and holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers
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So if you all over my dick just like a rubber
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My rap is so fat, I make ? and ? ? blubber
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You better duck, I'm like a volcano when I erupt
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you bitch-ass rappers'll get fucked
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And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn Monroe
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left on death row, because I let the gun go
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bang blow your motherfuckin brains out
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But you need more than detergent to get that motherfuckin stain out
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Cause I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's
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When I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobsters
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Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous
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You're out of luck and I don't give a FUCK what your name is
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Boy you better split, cause I'ma house shit
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My dick'll be rich if you niggaz
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wants to put your money where your mouth is
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Gassed up ass nigga, come set it
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Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
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Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist
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But deep down, you fuckin silly clowns know who's the hardest
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Niggaz I watered down with the quarter pound
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cause my slaughter sound can be caught around
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and found the slaughter town
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For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo
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Play it again Sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
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I'm leavin lame niggaz brain dead
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Aww fuck it, nuff said
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Nuff Said
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |