Information
Artist – Kool G Rap
Album – Roots of Evil
Released – 1998
Genre – Hip-Hop
Tracklist
1. Intro – 1:42 >
[Intro: 38 Spesh & Kool G Rap]
Hey yo
Yeah, yeah
Hold up, hold up
Yo, Domingo turn that beat up my nigga, nah'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, yeah like that
Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Ay yo we 'bout to do this shit for NY my nigga
All day everyday baby, you know what it is man
Nah'm sayin? Fuck wrong with these niggas G?
Nah'm mean?
Niggas need reality checks baby, you know?
That's real shit, man
I'm tryna' tell these niggas, man, I'm a son of this shit man
I'm a son of gangsta rap, man, you know what I mean?
I'm a product of this shit, man, know what I'm sayin'?
I feel you young blood
That's real shit, man, see, you know what I mean?
I consider you one of the fathers of this shit man, nah'm mean?
No doubt, baby
Nah'm mean? Man, you always paint them pictures, man
It's time for me to paint my motha fuckin' pictures for these niggas, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
And I see you baby, the world is yours, you know what I mean?
It's a 38 thing poppin' off
Let's go
Nah'm mean? Trust come first
Shout out to the whole trust, nah'm mean?
KGR by my side
Hey yo, my nigga Prem' came through he dropped off some work
My nigga Pete Rock came through, he dropped off some work, nah'm sayin'?
Alchemist came through, he dropped off some work, nah'm mean?
My nigga Showbiz, he came through, he dropped off some work
Biz, what up!
You know we about to throw all this shit in the pot and get to cookin' man, nah'm mean?
Nah'm mean? I said my nigga Prem' right? He came through
Soulful nigga
You know, you know, you know we workin', let's go!
Yeah!
Throw that shit in the pot, man
We about to bring all this shit back, straight drop, man
This time is ours man, lets go!
Aight
Hey yo
[Verse 1: 38 Spesh & Kool G Rap]
Yo, huh, them dealings I was involved in
So-called gangstas gainin' recognition off our shit (That's our shit!)
Huh, had em throwin' up when I parked it
They feelin' nauseous, that's the definition of car sick (Car sick)
Huh, a resemblance of Martin (Yeah), Malcolm (Who?)
Huey and a mixture of Marcus (Wooooo) Garvey
But when I party I'm Mr. Marcus, I roleplay the boss and I fuck the whole office (Uhh)
Now let me tell you somethin' if you didn't know (Young blood)
Every chick that I'm with put it in her throat (Raw)
It's like a DWI when I'm with a hoe
She get privileges revoked 'cause she didn't blow
[Outro: Kool G Rap]
Yo, yo, yo, hold, hold up for a second man
Yo, yo, yo, sl-slow down, baby
Hit the brakes on em, 38
That's all you gotta push on 'em right now, nah'm sayin'?
You tryna' OD 'em, baby, nah'm sayin'?
Easy (Easy, easy, easy, easy)
2. Hitman's Diary – 3:43 >
[Production by Dr. Butcher]
[Hook]
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggas is struck with the underworld click
[Verse 1]
Yo it was midnight n' rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians
Gold chains, and carryin' Iranians
Pulled out to stain-y and, these cats might try to flame me
And shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien
Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in
Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium
Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and
From Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal
Drew the Eagle, blew about two
And made one of them dudes see-through, but I still see two
Of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal
Shit that got put at Benny Siegel, fuck these illegal
Alien-ass niggas out of the grass
Put extra clips up on the dash and continued to blast
Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed
A bloodbath, three niggas found dead on the ave
Went to a phone and hit my nigga Big C, swiftly
Yo dig this shit G, these niggas tried to hit me
Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, we movin' quickly
I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet
"Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggas on the ave was clappin' at me
Bustin' at me, tryin' a put caps in my nappy
"Yo, as long as you made it kid I'm happy"
We still goin' to where this cat be, with AK's all day
Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me, okay?
Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say
"Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away"
If he play, I'm a split his toupee, we on our way
To this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin' softness
And watchin, horses racin' with other bosses
Pulled out the torches, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned
He probably got numb, knowin' he bout to catch a hot one
Terrorizin' the whole spot son, the phone rung
He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin' all dumb
Hands on the Glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun
[Hook](x2)
[Verse 2]
February 14 in '95, time: about 4:45
I'm coppin' pies in a high-rise
Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
These fuckin' cha-cha's, have you covered with flies
Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin' guns big as life-size
Had the chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs
Yo senorita, mamacita, wish to plead with the boricua cliqua
Arriba, flash the heat-ahs
We started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in
Haulin' package of silver chalk in, shit ain't the raw and
Became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs
Before the poison, drown a fuckin' free man like Morgan
Two hit the floorin' with blood pourin' left em snorin'
Their wigs tore in, layin' all up against the door then
Them niggas sprayed, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, I'm catchin' flashbacks of older days
In the small caves, I'm dazed and shit
She goin' a bed with the spray shit, tryin' a lay shit
OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit
And left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit
Emptied the clip, then replaced it
Niggas is on the floor tomato pasted
Wasted, spirit erased it
Body case it, went to the other side, embrace it
The whole place is lit, we Scarface the shit
Cigar case n' shit, on some marksmen shit
One nigga strainin' moanin' in pain aimin' his biscuit
My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted
Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room
And saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it
Left out the front door like we ain't do shit
[Hook](x2)
2. Home Sweet Funeral Home (Feat. Papoose & Jinx) – 3:15
3. One Dark Night – 1:44 >
[Intro]
La la la, la la la la
La la la la LA
La la la, la la la la
La la la la LA
[Verse 1]
Last night, got caught in a gunfight
I think it was like four niggas clutchin' they burners and bustin' but only could see one in sight
The one on my right, yo, son he like "We both got gripe"
He wanted my life, committed nigga wit' a gun an a knife
He tryin' a make me the wiped out nigga, layin' up under the white
But I ain't tryin' a go up in no dark tunnel and brung to the light
And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night
And done in on sight and tryna breathe with one in my pipe
But I'm not one of the type and I'd rather lose or hung on the mic
Than to be up in the yard receiving CPR at one in the night
Now, I can run and take flight but I'm like, Yo, son I'll be hype
When I play mother nature before so yo, I'm clappin' thunder tonight
I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright
Send him to kiss Christ and let my shit slice In front of him twice
Let one splice, he's fuckin' with price, ain't tryin' a be nice
I want him on ice, no back home to a son and a wife
He tried to roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice
Nigga was all enticed to lead his life shiest, but none of it's nice
I peeped shit, and seen his whole clique, was runnin' in fright
Instead of comin' to fight "get some of the fight you son of a dykes"
With one in the pipe, I'm aimin' to light the one on the right
They all deceased, so yo my asspiece get hunted for life
Four niggas cut down and I could receive one hundred to life
Up in a jail cell, that's crawlin' with lice and runnin' with mice
Live trife, fillin' appetites with nothin' but rice
Slow biz and no kid's nigs stay runnin' my wife
Only got one life, yo get this fuckin, gun outta my sight
Back at the house after midnight, I'm done for the night
3. Let The Games Begin – 3:52
4. Foul Cats – 3:23 >
Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
Foul cats schemin' out to setup
Tryin' a leave me and my team wet up
Two in the head, leaded up
Call the coroners to make they bed up
Infrared shit from neck up
Before they got to lift the TEC up
[Kool G Rap]
It was a setup
My nigga got hit, they blew his chest up
The hollow tips ripped his vest up
Son is messed up and blessed up;
Call my cats up, it's time to dress up
Four-Fifth and Smith n' Wess'd up
Ready to press up and fuck a nest up
The enemy is Hennessey, the sessed up
Actin up hit my motherfuckin man up
Never again will he stand up
Yo Big Jan hook the plan up
Put on masks, pull the van up
These niggas tryin to hit the fam up;
These small times cats, yo fuck that I can't see that
Where them niggas be at?
Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?
(Ay' yo son, one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome Gat, this hoodrat know where the nigga home at)
Well, here's a quarter, baby, go and phone that
This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back
His whole dome clapped
We cocked back the gats and started cruisin'
Up the boulevards and avenues-n
I'm short fusin' and two biscuit usin'
Mad hot but, not in the mood for losin'
We hit the strip pickin' up clues and
We on the heels of this nigga shoes and
Out the blue when
We see the chick the nigga screwin
Pushin' his whip with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the Sig piece
To this nig's piece, this bitch named Charise
From East New York, listen bitch, you better talk
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled her out a' back of the van, bitch, we don't want you
We want your man, you understand?
The ho said "Please I got his house keys, the nigga got Five ki's and Mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me bitch you gettin' one a these
Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G"
"I'm not lying," then the ho started crying
We hit the road me and my niggas flying
To the crib in Jackson Heights
The nigga live three flights up, he type buck
But I ain't givin' a fuck
Grab his bitch up
Make the ho go first in case the nigga buck
Open the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all started creepin'
He stretched out up on the sofa sleepin'
Yeah me and my cats standin' there just peepin
Money's about to get laced
My nigga Ty threw a glass a whiskey in his face
Big Jan ready to blaze the place
He on his way to Amazing Grace
Nigga woke up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he knew he was done
He hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one
Yo, fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin' railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room
To heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black
Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain
Went from being restrained to mad tame
Less than a moment nigga started zonin'
His mouth foamin', lookin' like he possessed by The Omen
His bitch was reachin for the phone and
I had to smack her with the chrome and
Left her on the floor moanin'
Cocked back, I had to finish this
Know my stee', we leave no witnesses
Shot n' got the fuck out the premises
Outro
4. Da Bosses Lady (Feat. Camileone) – 4:18
5. Tekilla Sunrise – 4:31 >
[Verse 1]
Killers in spanish villas in Sante Fe
Eses all about hammer play
Desell Marachi, preferred to watch me
It's a Tekilla Sunrise, over the sky
Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see
Got these from my nigga Vatche
How big your blanks be, ain't nothin scot-free
I'm ready to cop three, talk to me papi
Before the shots put out the Nazi's
Call off your Rockies
Yo pap they cockin back the glocksies
Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to
Mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click
Bread in their fingertips
The sly chick came out with three bricks
From out of the V-6, yeah mami like peep this
Yeah you got that sweetness
This ebony G's to bust open
One of the bastard get the heavenly freeze
I'm runnin with these
Yo hasta luego, amigos
And up and away we go
Before they decide to bring the beef burritos
While they count the Fritos
I'm makin my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh
Big bag of the megalitos, three whole kilos
Spot about four vitos
With bullet belts filled up with torpedos
I'm leavin niggas tore meat though when I draw heat yo
Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo
Mami ?? con tigo
[Hook]
Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet
Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec
I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise
[Verse 2]
I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads
Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the first blow
Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes
Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fuck
She could've been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead
She bent it just like a Desperado, left her hair hollow
Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow?
Some cats behind some cactuses
Clappin hazardous, who these niggas is with low shot averages
Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks
Of baby carriages, this mexican inside this Lex is
Tryin to crash my shit, drivin reckless
Look like he desperate
Pulled down the tinted glass and let the Tec spit
It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit
Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected
Bust back two shots
At ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops
That drew Glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks
I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall they doin dew drops
Two more shots came out saloon doors
I'm blowin shit up like platoon wars
Hesitations I got no room for
Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored
Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand
Kicked the can when shit hit the fan
Fuckin around with this G Rap the Hitman
[Female Reporter]
"This is Mary White reporting live from the town of
Seenalojo, Me-xi-co, where there are dead bodies
LITTERING THE STREETS. Details remain sketchy at
Thr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad
Mexican authorities have just arrived on the HIDEOUS scene
And will be issuing a statement shortly
This is Mary White reporting live from the town of
Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. Back to you DICK."
[Hook]
Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet
Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec
I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise
5. Thugs Anthem (Feat. Johnny 2 Gunz & Pokaface) – 4:10
6. At da Wake – 1:10 >
[Production by A. Evans]
[Imitation of excerpt from the movie "Scarface"]
That chick he's with... (huh) she like me
Oh, she likes you huh? How do you know?
I know. The eyes Chico... they never lie
What, are you serious?
I'm serious... what do you think?
Man that's the boss's lady
{*sarcastic*} The boss's lady
You're gonna get us killed
Fuck you mayn! The boss's lady... that guy's soft
You got some of that for me?
Would you kiss me if I wear the hat?
[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap]
Had to have her
Since my first glance at her, pimp stance at her
Watchin men throwin Banjamins and Grants at her
Bottles of Italy and France at her
Advanced at her, spit romance at her
Champagne glasses chatter
Ass fatter than that actress up in Family Matters
Lips thicker than Mick Jaggers
Dick so hard the shit could stab her
She pushed a sick Jaguar
Paint shined like it was black lacquer
Carried a small gat for back up, whole shit spectacular
Peepin out her frame walkin in back of her
She had the hourglass shape, girls disgraced stay out her way
Past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape
Mad papes, I could tell by the way she was draped
Her sex mate's caked up like Drake's
He got the crib by the lake
Wanted by the Jakes for takin powder weight outta state
Straight surrounded his grounds with tower gates
Garden lookin like a flower wake
Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour
Sex, money, and power, pussy good enough to devour
Hit her up inside the marble tiled shower
Snapped back to reality, told me her name was Valerie
Don't fuck around with the help
Nigga on the salary, pockets too low calorie
Her man'll send the cavalry, straight turn the town to a shootin gallery
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Off his life
To get in good with the boss's wife
Cross his life just to floss his ice
To get him hit for the cost of rice, tossed at night
If the thoughts is right
Bodies could get lost in sight
[Verse 2: Camileone]
The boss's lady, I cocks the four-fifth and hold it steady baby
My man ship mo' weight, than the fuckin Navy
Out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine
You crossed the line, fuckin with the boss's devine
Aiyyo, his mans, they commit crimes (yeah right)
Found out you tryin to fuck with his dime, you lay your life on the line
But the cards are in my hands
I love this rich man, and fuckin you is not in the plans
I'm out to get grands and livin on my own land
So why fuck with that help? I'm livin in wealth, you under his belt (whatever)
Hourglass shape I know you felt, wonderin how the pussy smelt
Lavish taste'll have you livin in debt
Fantasizin 'bout his wife's sex, how could you disrespect
The man who supply the cash for yo' checks? (So what?)
On the low cause you know he blaze tecs, and you fear for what's next
Your life could be dead, for tryin to get my pussy wet
Realize the bigger picture, I deal with bigger figures
Don't have time for affairs, with the average niggas
Keep the lustin to a limit, cause ain't no benefits in it
Too much to lose if I let you hit it
You know the force is deep, and you wanna creep
Thinkin how sweet it would be if I just let you eat
But till the boss show, I gotta stay true, the chump change won't do
For me with you, isn't evident boo
[Kool G. Rap]
I like your style, kid you get wild, let the chips pile
My click slit smiles across your man's throat, so look who big now
Barkin on shit like a big growl, lame chick you got this shit foul
We got the big bricks shipped in from miles
While I'm whippin shit, 6 plus 6 valves
Do a milli' from sick style, we regulate it
Yo boo I guess you haven't heard the latest about these new ages
Stackin outrageous
[Camileone] + (G. Rap)
Yeah, I heard about the way you flip birds
Got these niggas standin on the curb, leafers and herbs
You and my nigga exchanged words then parted ways
You swore to God all day your squad would spray
My man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways
(Straight gave him a harp to play)
I peeped your resume (You with me Angel?)
Yeah no doubt, but I should bang you
[Hook]
6. Can't Stop The Shine (Feat. Miss Jones) – 4:21
8. Mobsta's – 3:18 >
[Production by Fade For Underworld]
[Kool G. Rap]
I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over there with Lucky
Bring my heater, niggas might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian rug to plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
But he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
To keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so Nino
Do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty
Who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson
Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger
Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder
Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's
Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy
Tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami
Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
Over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
At the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead
Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow
But most of the niggas on his team was yellow
Cold blooded veins flowin with red Jell-o
There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
To put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas
Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers
Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no
To veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo
Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go
Without ever lettin the whole police force know
Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's scroll
Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out
They shot him at a pay phone
With the big chrome, his whole wig blown
Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc
Family got hit up with automatics
Non-stop static inside the rackets
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage
The underworld was goin savage
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
With the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with
Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggas could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa
Moved on it closer get the toaster
Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur
Beef over, I blew him like a supernova
Niggas nicknamed me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober
Act like you got a chip on your shoulder
And blast the two right through your boulder
Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya
Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggas out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor
Operations from here to Minnesota to Dakota
But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
He whispered in my eardrum
"Let's take over the entire city, and split the dough
Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"
No doubt before we go we gotta murder Johnny Torrio
Get all his territory dough and end the story yo
9. Thugs Love Story (Chapter I, II, III) – 9:33 >
[Chapter I: Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Livin' some bloodshed, her man pushin' bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they house lookin' slick
It's like some shit, straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique, met the chick up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit, tryna peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how loose I get
I'm schemin' on her back, peeping her hips, fiendin' to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair with, have an affair with
We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip
Probably had to get with her man and shit
Later on at night, I'm stressin' love at first sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat likely
To be dealin' with mad feelings
And even though mami was mad appealin'
Body revealin' and big wheelin'
This shit is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I can't fight it
I'm reachin' for the cordless to call Miss
I insist, to get with this
Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who's this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady?"
"Fine and how you doin' boo?" (chick)
"Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through?
"We could sip on some champagne from Spain boo"
About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink, open windows, a spot for our shots
Would wanna spend those, five digit o's, on busty bimbos
Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove
My eyes closed, her nigga dozed, when I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos
Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
Panty hoes with see-through holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet
Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets
As I was speakin' to this half black/latin freak
Met on a Manhattan street, body petite, fat in the cheeks
I was gettin' open, started, laughin' and jokin'
We weed smokin', strokin', the shorty spoke and
Said what the deal is, the realness
My man is crazy as Bruce Willis
If he catches, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of killers
Me no worry, I gots the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter I
Word
Shit is real in the field
Thug love story
[Chapter II Intro: "G. Luciano"]
So here I am
Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos
With this chick I don't even really know
Steady stressin' me how ill her man is
So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway
Straight twistin' mami's back out
Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep
Clothes still on, breath smellin' like Henrock
Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man
I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures
[Chapter II: Kool G. Rap]
The next day about a quarter to eight
I heard a squeak on the staircase
Got the gat from under the pillow case
Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good thing I slept inside my clothes and, shorty was frozen
I'm waitin' for a head to poke in, and start smokin'
The home invasion, right through the door, they started blazin'
Bullets was grazin', shit was crazy kid
I had to think fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash
Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee
With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony
Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth
Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it
We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled
Mad soldiers out in the field, bustin' they steel
The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, tryna make a thug's blood spill
In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these
Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped
The other six started to pop, felt somethin' hot
I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped
Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clappin', niggas rolled up in blue and black and
Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our ass in
Mash the gas, make the fuckin' wheel spin
The safety again, and still doin' a hundred and ten
Shorty shiverin', lip quiverin', ski suits up in the back seat
Pulled over the Jeep, get it in
And took a rest stop at the river bend
We livin', made it the fuck out, mad slugs deliverin'
Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom
Got shorty boo, tendin' my bullet wound
Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and dickin' her womb
Hittin' full behind her, grindin' her with my anaconda
She rode the dick like a honda
I took her to the point of no return like Bridget Fonda
She back spasmed, givin' the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm
My dick glistened, her lips hit 'em, I shot jism
Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism
I thought about the realism
Niggas comin' and bring they steel with them
I got just the thing to deal with them
Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed
Push a nigga whole head back, so I snatched that
So quick spray out, and play the layout
Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out
[Chapter III Intro]
["G. Luciano"] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something?
["Mami"] I'm a little worried baby
["G. Luciano"] Yo, don't be worried about nuthin', alright?
Everythin' gonna be alright
["Mami"] OK
["G. Luciano"] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money
You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever
And we gonna get out of there, alright?
["Mami"] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito
[G. Luciano] Alright, alright grab that bag money
[Mami] Let's do this, baby
[Chapter III: Kool G. Rap]
After three whole days of lampin', we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random
Five hundred grand is buried in the sand
We plannin', up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm countin' the dough
She packin' her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls
I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those
Shit was sittin' on some chrome momo's
Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O
Told the chick; "Yo you movin' too slow
Speed it up baby, we got to go
And get this plane and, hit the Caymans
With the payment", somebody came in
A platoon of goons with heaters aimin'
I drew the Mac 10 and started flamin', they did the same and
Slugs sprayin' and blood rainin', I left about seven thugs layin'
But this one cat was gainin', he grabbed the dame and
Put the heater to the chick's brain and
I let my two guns drop, they got the drop
They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot
Nigga was hot, took the Glock and hit me dead in my knot
Honey started to panic and yellin' that money in spanish
Thinkin' he's out to take advantage
So we're out in the fuckin' Atlantic
With no lifesavers and stranded
Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore
Said, "Amor, you won't be pretty no more"
Took us on a tour, down in the deck
Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet
Saw this nigga there, holdin' the Tec
Ready to wet, I started to sweat, a niggas stressed
We up beside a horrible mess
I saw a box with the letters on it, S.O.S
So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest
Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless
The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest
Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left
Threw his ass over board and told him "Hold your breath"
Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck
Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms till her soul finally left
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death
A real thug, lost the only women he loved
And I bugged, bustin' slugs at the skies above
Word
10. Mafioso – 2:51 >
Verse 1:
Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach clips
Who flows ramped enough to hold drips and float ships
No mo' shifts
I hold enough chips to toast Cris
It's G. Rap, the cat that's on your wanted most list
I wrote this, so you could sweat this and soak this
Get the focus, the made family, kid, not the bogus
You're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like holsters
Left for the vultures, with DT's picking up cultures
Three-thousand volt ya' just like the third rail
And if you heard shells a herb fell, swift with the words well
All on my dirt trail
Kick up enough dust to hurt cells
Swerve the SL, so get G murk swell, the shirt braille
Curved in jail cells for jakes that wanna H-block those
Niggas in Paco's keep the block froze and the shop closed
Where the pots grow, with young cats coppin' the drop Roves
Get the Nacho's, so no cops show when the shots blow
Shit red hot though
Streets remain flooded with D's
Bundling Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees
Main crime wave, we handle a beef in .9 ways
Get your mind grazed from TEC-9 sprays, your spine blazed
When it get too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays
Put all you cats in cradles if you crave to find graves
Diamond mind crazed, rays blindin' you with my shine glaze
Unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase
[Chorus]
Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distributions
(G. Rap is down with a mafioso posse)
Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distributions
(He's a man that came from the bad lands)
Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distributions
(G. Rap is down with a mafioso posse)
Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distribution
Racketeering, prostitution, paid executions
Verse 2:
Made corporation
Body casing, watch where you pacing
Thug orchestration
This is live niggas you facing
We paper chasing, for that million baby we lacing
Fifty Caliber gat embracing
Leavin' you wit' legs without sensation
Who's full of malice? Who thug the wildest?
Act childish get your body sent to a stylist
Who live the foulest?
Be grippin' cannons till my hands are callused
Pile this paper longer than mail list from New York to Dallas
Purchase a palace, sip coladas with the whole Borgata
Bodies be dropped while I attend the opera
Land on casino roofs in helicopters
In Las Vegas, Nevada
Can't stop until I got a casa up in Trump Plaza
929 Mazda, foreign chicks talking with accents like they Zsa Zsa
Mean like Idi Amin Dada
Thug saga
Slugs burn you like they lava
You and your bimbo, get hit up through your car window
See you an drift slow and let ten blow
From out the darkest shadow
Remain straight as the archer's arrow
I spark this barrel, hit my target
Even if the mark is narrow
Lay you like a pharaoh
With fragments inside your bone marrow
Get your wig flown just like a sparrow
Chorus
11. Da Heat – 3:34 >
[Intro: Kool G Rap] - x2
Still on this paperchase
Load the stacks up in the safe
Cause champagne tastes with beer money don't cut the cake
Me and my peoples play for high stakes
Look out for FBI jakes, turn up the ? case and place me upstate
[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
But yo its all legal
Every last printed bald eagle
We started out as small people now we tall and lethal
From poverty, to land properties, runnin' monopolies
We properly, sit in butter leather shit and mahogany
Call it robbery, just as long as I grab the lottery
Im tryna prospectally strictly going for jackpottery, obviously
Kool G Rap I like a lotta cheese
A novelty, models be stripping
Like the shit's pornography, the odyssey, lyrical prodigy
See my philosophy like Socrates
Logically cats follow me catastrophically
Apostle G
Your role model be and anything less is just a S.O and S. with the apostrophe
Fuck all that hypocrisy
You know who doctored these lyrics about the street shit first
Check my biography, its possibly
Cause I was ahead of my time just like a prophecy, monstrosity
Niggas wanna copy me like photography
[Hook] - x4
Ladies: It's so, It's so hot, I'm heatin' up!
Kool G Rap: Straight, bringin' the heat son!
[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]
We keep the rides flowing, the Glocks blowing, the pockets swollen
The poppy seed lye's growing, knots big as Samoans
Got cash flowing out the colon
Be on the yard dash like Jesse Owens
Tryna get strikes and riches like bowling
Keep a look out for Jakes patrolling
They hate to see niggas be straight and holding mad diamonds glowing, the paper foldin'
We rolling Kennedy Caver? status, living it lavish
Cop the shit that's as hot as a radish
Five and one quarter carats from outta Paris
My units is moving quicker than Randy Travis
A lyrical style that ravishes, creeping past all your averages
Carry my own weight, fuck extra packages
Just make sure there's a clique of savages from outta the habitat with bad habits kid!
Lift up your whole wig, get you jigged, for just one more hole in the Earth to dig
When I spit the shit from out the cig
It's nothing short from blood-sport, you get your mug torched
Listen to what the thug taught
Before you get rocked, down on the block for cops to find your blood corpse
From scud missles
That I could see, sizzle your blood and tissue
Got done by the fake ones and all the unofficials
[Hook] - x4
Ladies: It's so, It's so hot, I'm heatin' up!
Kool G Rap: Straight, bringin' the heat son!
12. Cannon Fire – 4:11 >
[Intro]
Heyyo check it
This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here
Out in the streets blindfolded
Not knowin' what's really goin' on
Nawimsayin?
These streets is a habitat baby
Word up
Pito
[Verse 1]
In the garden of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
Just games that's played at high stakes, the next guys wake
Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late
The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate
Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
A fly facer get they thighs scraped
And little PUS that's why raped
A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape
In verse of the State
Lost the case and gotta fry date
Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth
Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
Live in the skyscrapes
Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
Where they can hibernate and operate
Impregnate, so?
Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
[Chorus]
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
[Verse 2]
It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on
Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
Yo
[Chorus]
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
[Verse 3]
For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
Runnin' wit armies like they Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
That's Mastro's cats in the Astros
Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though
And pass mo'
Stash rolls, count em like math pros
And crash low soda, PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo
Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow
13. Outro – 1:05 >
Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
Foul cats schemin' out to setup
Tryin' a leave me and my team wet up
Two in the head, leaded up
Call the coroners to make they bed up
Infrared shit from neck up
Before they got to lift the TEC up
[Kool G Rap]
It was a setup
My nigga got hit, they blew his chest up
The hollow tips ripped his vest up
Son is messed up and blessed up;
Call my cats up, it's time to dress up
Four-Fifth and Smith n' Wess'd up
Ready to press up and fuck a nest up
The enemy is Hennessey, the sessed up
Actin up hit my motherfuckin man up
Never again will he stand up
Yo Big Jan hook the plan up
Put on masks, pull the van up
These niggas tryin to hit the fam up;
These small times cats, yo fuck that I can't see that
Where them niggas be at?
Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?
(Ay' yo son, one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome Gat, this hoodrat know where the nigga home at)
Well, here's a quarter, baby, go and phone that
This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back
His whole dome clapped
We cocked back the gats and started cruisin'
Up the boulevards and avenues-n
I'm short fusin' and two biscuit usin'
Mad hot but, not in the mood for losin'
We hit the strip pickin' up clues and
We on the heels of this nigga shoes and
Out the blue when
We see the chick the nigga screwin
Pushin' his whip with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the Sig piece
To this nig's piece, this bitch named Charise
From East New York, listen bitch, you better talk
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled her out a' back of the van, bitch, we don't want you
We want your man, you understand?
The ho said "Please I got his house keys, the nigga got Five ki's and Mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me bitch you gettin' one a these
Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G"
"I'm not lying," then the ho started crying
We hit the road me and my niggas flying
To the crib in Jackson Heights
The nigga live three flights up, he type buck
But I ain't givin' a fuck
Grab his bitch up
Make the ho go first in case the nigga buck
Open the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all started creepin'
He stretched out up on the sofa sleepin'
Yeah me and my cats standin' there just peepin
Money's about to get laced
My nigga Ty threw a glass a whiskey in his face
Big Jan ready to blaze the place
He on his way to Amazing Grace
Nigga woke up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he knew he was done
He hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one
Yo, fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin' railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room
To heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black
Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain
Went from being restrained to mad tame
Less than a moment nigga started zonin'
His mouth foamin', lookin' like he possessed by The Omen
His bitch was reachin for the phone and
I had to smack her with the chrome and
Left her on the floor moanin'
Cocked back, I had to finish this
Know my stee', we leave no witnesses
Shot n' got the fuck out the premises
Outro
14. Daddy Figure – 5:06 >
(Talking) whasup girl?, I know that ya man and all but yo, what you see
In that nigga? you need to get with a nigga like me, for real, does he
Got one of these GS-4's? Navigator system and everything, word up....
Chorus - (Singing) Thats all I wanted, was someone special, someone
Sacred in my life, Baby won't you be my Daddy Figure......
Verse 1
I regulated you from fake dudes to lake views
Minks with laced jewels
Nails, hairdo's and facials
Placed you in snake shoes
Did it up right, took the six night seven day cruise
The beige creludes
Your pockets stay full, upgraded you, the whole way through
I made you my suede boo, main chick, wifey and Angel
Put ten Karrots on your wrist, five on your ankle
My whole angle, allow you in my triangle
To shine and twinkle, eat steak off a platinum single
'Em other cats is rectangles, they sweat bad girls
They Bullwinkles, tricks of Rip Van Winkles
But now you mingle with a real cat that gets the Pringles
And all you gotta be is thankful that we can see the sea food menu's
Push whips, hit all the venues
Fly gear sharp as Ginsu's
Stare at the other pairs of gym shoes
As long as you continue, to keep it genu
Never pretend to, I know its in you
The true Mommi, jigged out female Armani
With tight Nani, holdin' on Cristal and Donny
Roll with mad Parmesani
Pretty the most, no lactose, had to play you close
Fataly attracted like Glen Close
Made other men ghost
Staright overdose of high post
You rollin' with me, rich mans wife live your life in luxury
Deluxe VP's
Hologram covered T.V''s
300 E with the CD
Sip Martini's in Tahiti
Jamaican Rum inside the Kiwi
Play the major leagues, them other cats is pee-wee
They see me and you boo, plush cribs in Malibu
I'll profile with you, push my whip a mile or two
You can have it all cause I like the style in you
All you gotta do is be real and stay true
Chill in the Jacuzzi with the G tatoo by ya lap boo
We can run around and act fool
Your Daddy Figure, the one that got love for you kid....
Chorus 2X
Verse 2:
Yo, we could sip ale on rocks
Sail on yachts
Rock the Rolex watch with hail on top
Boot knock, eat Lobster tail on docks
Cristal inside the ice pail dont stop
Drop top, SEL, cell on lock
Gift shop, come out of Bloomingdales on cots
You think not? you could see though
Go from Moschino to Tuxedo's
As long as you only fuck me though
House with the twin gazebo's
Ceelo's, with the Champaigne orders by the waters of Puerto Rico
Peep the live show featuring Tito
Rockin' your fly Donna's
Private jet to the Bahamas
You still knockin' all the Mommas
Premadonna on the set
Mad fly jewels around the neck
Cut perfect
The linen skirt set
Didn't even flip the long Sable fur yet
The iced out burgette with the matchin' purse set
Five thousand when the Chanel was purchased
Strictly for the purpose
I stress you to roll with mine
Lookin' live
Close from a day old drive, push a five
Jet ski drive, skooba-dive
Live not survive, tryin' to keep it alive
See the sun rise, clear blue skies
Too fly
The sunshine got the ice blindin' your eye
High priced merchandise shipped over shores
Seven Karrots out of Paris on the Concord
With a fine broad
Bottle of wine poured
Bungalos
Bundles of ones with O's
Broadway shows, fly condos
Sweet as Pendinico, Tiger skins Albino
Live with Tony Bennet on piano, white lacker combo
Me and you cat, yo, we can see that, you in the new Spider
Me inside the navy blue Viper
With the pipers, covered in some silk fibers
Millionaire type of life, your future wife(?)
Got you under the wing
Maybe run you my name
Everything one and the same
Your Daddy Figure who adore you
Spend for you
Bend for you
Hurt up other men for you
Down to bust around for you
Stick somebody in the ground for you
Kid, I'll hold it down for you
I'll catch a round for you
I'll lounge for you
You know the deal, I love you to death just keep it real yo.....
Chorus 2X
Total length: 65:47
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