1.Intro
2.On The Run
I got a job with the mob, makin g's
Doin some pickups, deliveries and transportin keys
Yeah they got me like a flunkie
I'm ridin around with ten kilos inside my trunk g
And i'm holdin the suitcase
With a half a million dollars right in my motherfuckin face
And i'm tryin to ignore it
But sometimes i get tempted to make a motherfuckin run for it
The thought alone makes me shiver, damn
What if i get caught？ they'll find me floatin in the hudson
river
But if i escape, i'll be in shape for my life
But they might, get my kid and my wife
See i'm supposed to make a stop
To an uptown spot, run up the block and make another drop
But i got somethin else in mind
Cause i'm sick of puttin my motherfuckin ass on the line
I got the money and the hit
Went through the brook nonstop cause i ain't droppin off shit
Then i thought of a plan
So i droves to my house and got my girl and my little man
C'mon bitch, pack the shit, get ready
'god damn why your face all sweaty？'
Just hurry up and get the shit
I'm a dead man bitch, understand, we gotta split
I switched the locks on the door
Started packin like i was goin on a motherfuckin world tour
Grabbed my bags and my gun
C'mon we gotta go... i'm on the motherfuckin run
Now i'm drivin and i'm lookin at my passport
I'm outta here soon as my ass hit the airport
I loaded up the automatic
I don't believe this shit, i'm stuck in motherfuckin traffic
I'm gettin nervous as a fuck see
A lincoln continental pullin right up beside me
Puts down my bitch and then i bent low
＊gunfire, breaking glass＊ bullets are flying through my window
The enemy is on attack
Drew the nine and cocked the hammer and i fired at the bitches
back
I gotta take my respect
My bullets hittin italian motherfuckers in the neck
Looked at my bitch a bullet struck her
Put in another clip, cause i ain't givin up a motherfucker
Niggaz runnin up in trenches
Sprayin at my car, only missin me by fuckin inches
Stepped on the gas pedal, how bad my bitch is harmed？
Shit they only hit her in the fuckin arm
Now i'm drivin off sidewalks, makin sharp turns
My son is catchin motherfuckin heartburns
I got the car shakin wildly
I made a turn, and then i dipped my shit into a dark alley
They drove right past, now all this chasin shit is done
I'm on the motherfuckin run
The next thing i know, it was daylight
And i been sleepin in this motherfucker all night
I started pullin on my hoe
'c'mon man what？' wake up bitch, we gotta go!
Pulled out the alley, then i dipped
Looked down and picked up the nine and put more rounds in the
clip
You know i'm headin south no doubt
And i don't give a fuck where, as long it's a hideout
Finally we crossed the border, i pulled into a station
To fill up the tank, and get a drink of water
Pullin over to park my ride
That's when i noticed this limousine comin up on my left side
Then the sucker started rammin me
Then i looked, it was the luciano family
Looked at my bitch she started cryin, my finger on the trigger
I pulled it -- bullets started flyin
Now i'm hittin all them bastards
I'm droppin em fast, splashin blood out niggaz asses
Then i'm finally done and
I took em all out, but i caught one in the stomach
Now i'm lookin for survivors
So i ran up on the side of the car, and hit the driver
And then i laid low
The only motherfucker left was don luciano
So i snuck up the sucker
Put my gun to his head, 'whassup now motherfucker？'
He said, 'wait, i want to talk'
＊five gunshots＊ i put his brains on the sidewalk
Another life i had to waste
He fell on his back, and then i spit right in his guinea face
He saw the barrel of the devil's gun
Now i'm no longer on the motherfuckin run
3.Live And Let Die
'late last night, two undercover police officers
Were found, brutally murdered in a fort greene
Apartment building in brooklyn, new york.
At this time, police have no suspects.
Now to the weather, but first..
G tell em what time it is!'
I got a chance to get some money so i'm takin it
No joke, because this bein broke shit just ain't makin it
Cause i grew up in the fast line
See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games
Now i'm able to leave the cradle
I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table
Sittin right beside a pistol
And i'm watchin my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
While he was countin the green
I seen nothin but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a
triple beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him
up
When i reached ten years old
I never recalled seein any more money and drugs in the household
Cause now pops was on his feet
And to keep us from gettin hurt he kept his dirt in the street
And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin black
Because he just got your death, put on a contract
Another sucker to rub
Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub
And many cops dropped dead
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
Cause it's hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is snapped away you get a page in the daily news
But i just wanna get paid off
Cause if i was workin a regular nine to five i'd get laid off
Some people say, sellin weight, is a death date
But i can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state
I ain't worried bout a brother tryin to take mines
Cause my plot comes with a hundred shot nine
Police are right on my heels
But i'm always one step ahead of the punks makin dope deals
They can't stop me cause i'm proper
And if they ever try to raid they better bring choppers or
helicopters
I broke a lot of punks ribs
Dumpin they bodies in lots, then i ran and shot up the cribs
Because a brother ain't fakin it
If there's a record for killin the most niggaz then yo i'm
breakin it
I wish a brother would flex
I spray him up and then take all of his money and give his girl
sex
That's how i'm livin in the street
You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
I'm sendin punks six feet deep
And gettin money in lumps, cause this ain't twenty-one jump
street
You wanna stop what i supply
Aiyyo, the hell with that, i gotta live and let die
Police, police! everybody down, everybody down!
Don't fucking move, get down! ＊beep beep＊
Hey, where is everybody？ ＊beep beep＊
Look, there's nobody here ＊beep beep beep＊
What's that fucking noise？ ＊beep beep beep!＊
It's a bomb, it's a bomb, let's go
Get the fuck out of here! ＊flatline sound＊
You gotta live and let die ＊explosion＊
Forget all that bullshit about savin the soul
Some chump'll pump your ass full of bulletholes
So i'm out to make a killin
And all you suckers are chillin cause i ain't just an ordinary
villain
I got a rep for mass murder
If you look bigger, i just pull the trigger, a female i just
hurt her
I got the .38 long
But a dame can get the same if she's comin out of her mouth
wrong
And if you try to oppose this
Next time you see your mother she'll be covered with roses
It ain't about a fair fight
Because i only get open for smokin suckers in daylight
Another punk bites the dust
Cause i just bust blood out your butt like pus
The broke life i ain't missin
Because now i got a lot, and that's more than a pot to piss in
And if i'm sellin you ki's
Just put the g's on the bed, and then go head and take a freeze
And while you're numbin your tongue with the yum yum
I pull out a gun, cause i want every last crumb
I put a slug in your face
Then i waits to start packin the trap back in the suitcase
Another punk had to fry
I don't want to do it but yo i gotta live and let die
'earlier this morning, five cops were killed
And six were wounded in a raid gone bad.
Police have no leads. for any information,
Please call, 1-800-stool-pigeon.
Now back to you rob.'
'a forty-nine year old unidentified male
Went berzerk last night, openly firing
With a twelve gauge shotgun in a crowded
Downtown resteraunt. 14 people are dead
Including three children and four others
Suffered serious injuries. police have
A suspect in custody but are not releasing
Any information until they complete their
Investigation..'
4.Crime Pays
The umm, security we have here today
Not the open security
The ones, that that really sittin there
And really think, we don't know who they are!
'now that's funky' (4x)
Crime don't pay, that's what they tell us
But that's because the other motherfuckers gettin jealous
But i'ma tell you this, they neighborhood got the goodfellas
But they come arrest us for the same shit they sell us
Cause they don't want to see a young black nigga rollin
Inside a nice car, nice kit, without the shit bein stolen
So they come and lock a nigga up
Meanwhile some corrupt, politician nigga is makin bigger bucks
Niggaz gettin blamed for the crystals; but we don't grow
The motherfuckin coke or weed or make the fuckin pistols
Niggaz ain't tryin to live in poverty
And a black man's lottery's a motherfuckin robbery
So yo you gotta make your best
Make a small investment and then put it to the test ('i know!')
Yes, cause the other motherfuckers gettin over
Police don't look at a white man strange drivin a range rover
Carrying shit like it's minerals
The big dollar white dollar suit and tie criminals
Even the government figures
Sellin shit to the motherfuckin columbians and rich niggaz
Crime isn't time from the brothers
Hey you say it don't pay, it's payin white motherfuckers
It all depends on how you do your shit
Cause either learn it quick intelligent and that's it
('i beg your pardon？') you're well fittin
Fuck workin for a bastard
I gotta see that money before my ass sees a casket
Get paid, motherfuck a raise
Cause to all them improper crooked coppers, crime pays
'jack you motherfuckers' (2x)
'wake up and go for what you know..'
'everybody's got to make a living'
'boy i'm trying to make me some.. money!!'
Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze
But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin by with
twenty ki's
Because they came up with a law
To keep the rich motherfuckers rich and the poor motherfuckers
poor
We take the cake you get the crumbs
Stackin up a package of cracks, to sell to blacks in the slums
Guns are bein sold over the counter
And you wonder why your daughter's head was slaughtered when
they found her
Why did he have to shoot the bitch
But the bitch i mean the witch just had to switch
To make the nigga richie rich
Yeah, so i'm throwin you the phrase
Believe me when i tell you motherfuckin crime pays
5.Home Sweet Home
Brothers on the corner sellin junk
Got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk
They got so many corners and they got so many spots
And i can't even bump up the block
Without the, 'yo man, what you got？'
I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange
He's lookin for a hit for veins
Or he'll blow out somebody's brains
Even the shorties livin naughty lives
Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
I just found out the candy store's a front
They walk in the candy store
Man g, candy's far from what they want
You might see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and
nickels
Honey used to look like a winner
Now she can't even get took to dinner
Cause so many dealers ran up in her
Somebody's blood is on the tar
Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody
Broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass
Money got robbed for his bank
They broke in his house and took everything
Except the kitchen sink
Little man murdered on the scene
He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
Granny's damn near pushin 80
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the
lady
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my home sweet home
Three card molly, another man to fool
Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals
I'm gettin frisked by the cops
They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
Up in apartment 3g, this sweetie named didi wants to see me
But yo i heard she's givin vd
Just when you think the skies are gettin blue
Bang bang -- another brother's split in two
Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger
Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her
She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body
Sonny boy is goin on the strip
Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip
Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped
And shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped
A baby is born and needs lovin
But instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven
Cops killin our kids, but they bill us
So what's more worse, the killer cops or the cop killers
Everyday's another risk
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like
piss
No heat, just pots of hot water
I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
Man that landlord is the lowest
Because i let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home
＊door shuts＊
6.Train Robbery
Down the subway stairs, straight through the turnstyle
No smile, but i'm waitin in the station for the 7 to turn it
wild
Me and my three shorties, guzzlin forties
We're bout to rob and steal and get real fuckin naughty
One carries a three pound, the other a four-fifth
Both ready to buck and ain't nuttin to be fucked with
It's dark and it's midnight, the police in dead sight
Look through the fuckin tunnel and i see movin headlights
Fuck it i cock the baretta back and put my hood on
My shorties are game, i got the same shit they put on
Impatiently we're waitin for the doors to open
Got on the train we're car from car but not too far i started
scopin
Starin at this bitch for a minute
My man pulled out the mag, opened the bag and said,
'put all your fuckin money in it!'
Even the jewelry on the hands
He slapped the bitch up, and she cried,
And begged him not to take her wedding band
Now everybody's in shock, and i'm walking past
The scared ass passengers with the nine millimeter cocked
Lookin for who was next
And sittin by the pole was a old ass man wearin a rolex
I took the shit and hit the bastard hard
Ripped his pants clean off his ass and got the visa and the
mastercard
My little man said, 'a-yo check this,'
He pointed at this bitch who looked rich, wearin a long pearl
necklace
Word to god, she got my dick hard, and that was the truth
So i drug her ass inside the conductor's booth
As the hoe started to shout, i threw her on her knees
And made her freeze and put my dick inside her pretty mouth
All of the sudden i just, nutted
Pulled up my pants and zipped up
She's on the floor with her mouth flooded
Came back out with the iron ＊gun shot＊
The next motherfucker to move, is dyin!
The train came to a stop, and who gets on it
To ruin the whole plot, was a motherfuckin cop
He fired at me -- i fired back at him
God damn, i almost had him
In a flash, my little shorty's on his ass
Got down on the ground, and let the three pound blast
Lead went dead in his chest
Tore him a new asshole, right through his bullshit vest
But the pig was still breathin
I wanted to finish him off, but i said, 'fukkit, i'm leavin'
Grabbed the sack hit the track and started runnin
'ohhh shit! more fuckin cops comin!'
So i stopped and took a shot
Hopin the cop got popped but yo i didn't see nobody drop
Headed straight into the exit, and out in the street
Police outside like fifty deep
So i started to creep but i didn't sleep
Spotted this bitch pullin up in a jeep
How sweet! 'now get the fuck out the car!'
Slammed the bitch down on the tar, now she needs cpr
But i don't give a fuck, i just jetted
My man said set it, two more detectives got wetted
As we raced down the block
Lettin off a whole lot of shots and didn't stop
Police gave us a chase, a blue and white rage
My shorty got grazed in the face
Another cop tried to let off, i put another clip in my shit
And blew his motherfuckin head off
Stomped my foot on the gas pedal
Sparks are flyin and shit, from the bullets hittin the car metal
So now we just runnin
The shorties and me g, one of the three gunmen
Side by side we're on the highway, and lettin off shots
The three outlaws, against the cops
It's like a fuckin adventure
About four cops got dropped, three motherfuckers got injured
The last of the cop cars pressed up
My man aimed the joint, the hollow points tore his fuckin vest
up
I put a slug inside the tire
They ran into a tall-ass wall, now it's great balls of fire
So now we got away clean, yeah
Smilin like a motherfucker countin the green
You can't fuck with the kid
My boy started thinkin back on the train
Bout all that shit we did
Leavin niggaz in poverty
Three black motherfuckers pulled off a great train robbery
Took all those motherfuckers ducats
But hey, what i can say, life is a bitch so fuck it
7.#1 With A Bullet
The last time i caught a body it was recent
Gimme a hk, four banana clips, and i'll take on a precinct
Yeah, the murder rate is on the rise, with niggaz like me
Steady poppin niggaz are droppin like flies
To get em up when i hit em i hit em hard, there'll be no get
well card
Niggaz straight to the motherfuckin graveyard
Cause nino want to get em done
Me pickin the one and lickin em up and hit em up for fun
He thought them bullet hit me but him didn't get none
You better run son, because me beginnin to get the gun
Yo, murder me, you musta heard of me
And if you get rushed to emergency, i'm shootin niggaz in
surgery
Another nigga life is took
I'll be at your wake motherfucker signin my name on that book
Inside the morgue another body freezes
It's one more bitch nigga that was sent to meet jesus
'come on down!' 'whassup nigga？'
No ambulence, just paramedics scrapin your brains off the street
So yeah motherfucker come get a taste
Cause i'ma give your punk ass my two in face and beat the case
My finger's on the trigger, i'ma pull it
So now you know that kool g. rap is number one with a bullet
A one man gang to bring the bang
So the next nigga can't even hang, yang yang yang yang
You know my style, and know my pedigree
You can ask sadaam hussein about me
I'm never to let a brother bass
And if you bring on a crew, i hope the bitches saw scarface
Cause i'ma send em to the morgue
Six feet under, gettin their mail from the groundhog
Cause i'm the wrong brother to push
When put to the test, i go to war like george bush
And i got apartments to give
The landlord of the morgue, now who need a place to live？
I'm rough and tough, the man on the scene
The baddest the maddest, you know the routine
I flip and rip, to set the rank
The coolest in rulin the gangsta lean
I got my gat to your dome and i'ma pull it
I'm number motherfuckin one with a bullet
Niggaz are wavin white flags, then dragged
In a hospital bed, full of lead, with a shit bag
You get a slug in your mug
Just give him a kiss and a hug, i pull the mother.. 'flatline!'
I'm fuckin him up i'm buckin him up all properly
No poppin me is stoppin me even if he go look out for me
I'm quicker to flicker the nigga the trigger is the plan for me
You try to run me comin to kill the whole family
Cause in the city there's no pity or no sympathy
You gotta hem em up, and now you're just a memory
Yeah nigga, i leave em done when i hit em
When pussy comes to get em, tell em kool g. rap did em
With my fingers on the trigger i'm terminatin like umm..
(who schwarzaneggar？) yeah that nigga!
So fuck all the bullshit
You know a nigga's number one with a bullet
8.Operation Cb
Every eleven minutes, across the usa
A man is a victim of cock blocking
This action usually results in broken friendships
The following, is an example..
wet
＊ding dong ding dong＊
Opened the door, 'whassup baby？ yo come on in
Here, take a seat, i'll introduce you to my friend'
Now everything is going according to plan
'yo jinx this is debbie, debbie this is jinx my man' (whassup
baby？)
I went to the closet, hung up her coat, put up her hat
'yo jinx,' 'whassup？'
'later nigga, i'm goin to the back' 'see ya!'
I took her to the back, closed the doors and i paused..
.. i'm gonna get some drawers
So we laid on the bed and i just smiled
Because i'm dreamin about fuckin her doggystyle
So i'm thinkin bout some hits that i can slip her
＊zipper sound＊ fuck it, i'll just pull down her zipper
Feelin her ass, and damn the shit is soft
'aiyyo baby, why don't you take your shirt and pants off？'
I got the whore ready to let a nigga score
＊knocking＊ yo who the fuck is at my door？
＊knocking＊ now she's annoyed, and boy i got some luck
I cracked the door, 'yo jinx, what the fuck is up？'
'aiyyo g man, i just, y'know, i wanna get some water and shit
You know i'm kind of thirsty knahmsayin homey？ heh heh'
'what water nigga？ go 'head, go and get it' 'aight'
'now leave me the fuck alone so i can hit it' 'aight thanks man'
So then i slammed the door shut ＊door slams＊
I turned around this bitch is pullin her pants back on her butt
Nah chill, yo he ain't comin back no more
I pulled her pants back down and threw em on the floor ＊whoosh＊
I'm tryin to convince her but the shit didn't work
So now i'm here playin tug-of-war with her shirt ＊rips＊ (oops)
Yeah don't worry, that same shit won't happen twice
＊knocking＊ 'aiyyo g man, where's the ice？？'
Shit, didn't even get my jock in
＊knocking＊ cause niggaz like jinx is cock blocking
'now you know this just don't make no kind of sense'
'blockin my cock, like a god damn ？？'
'and for the life of me, i didn't know why..'
'blockin my cock, like a god damn ？？'
Thinkin of a bitch i could be hittin, for no salary
So i called valerie, found out the bitch was babysittin
The baby's parents went to europe; and i could see her now
Suckin my dick and lickin my nut like it was maple syrup
She said, 'come over i'm alone'
And i was knockin at the door before the bitch hung up the phone
'hey whassup baby？ you know i miss you' 'whassup？'
Yeah that's some shit you gotta say to get your dick into the
pussy tissue
Went in the house and had a seat
The little boy put fifty motherfuckin toys by my feet
Smashin up my ankles with tonka jeeps
I wish this little motherfucker'd take his ass to sleep
Now my leg got crazy scratches
I said, 'here, you wanna play？' i gave his ass a book of matches
(hey!)
I couldn't even get a rap
Without this little motherfucker jumpin his ass into my bitch's
lap
I started rubbin on her curves
But i'm mad because this little brat is gettin on my nerves
I pulled the bitch up by her hair 'what's the matter baby？'
'aiyyo, whydon'tcha get rid of little man？' 'alright baby'
She took me to a room that was dark 'hey, come in here'
I was undressin on the way to get a head start
And then i let the door shut
Lifted up her skirt and started feelin on the whore's butt
Suckin on her titties like candy
Five minutes later had her comin in her panties
Now she's ready for the dick
'yo you ready bitch？' (mmm-hmm) 'well first, take a lick!'
Down on her knees is where she dropped
Suckin on and suckin on and suckin on my cock
Bust that nut, that's what i'm hopin
Then yo, all of a sudden, the door flew wide open
What the hell is this about？ ＊child crying＊
She jumped up in a flash and took my dick out of her mouth
Yeah, the little nigga's throwin a fit
Talkin about he's hungry and shit
'wait a minute baby, let me get up so i can feed him'
But i felt like takin off my belt and beat him
He already gave my leg a cut
Now the little bastard is fuckin up my nut
She, didn't even get the lead off
So i picked up one of his ninja turtle dolls and pulled the head
off
(hey whatchu doin？) yeah motherfucker now we even
Forty-five minute passed, the bitch ain't back, fuckit i'm
leavin
I got dressed, and put my hat back on my head (hey!)
'later bitch,' 'no wait baby'
'drop dead!' 'what？？'
'and by the way, thanks a lot and uhh..
Fuck you and that little nigga for cock blockin!'
'now you know this just don't make no kind of sense'
'blockin my cock, like a god damn ？？'
'and for the life of me, i didn't know why..'
'blockin my cock, like a god damn ？？'
So all you niggaz with the helmets and shoulderpads
Stay the fuck away from me, word up
The next time you wanna block nigga
Try out for the jets baby, word up
Yo, that nigga polo's cock blockin like a motherfucker
That nigga jinx is cock blockin
My dancers are straight up roadblocks n shit
That nigga bill blass has been cock blockin all his life
And that nigga eric b.'s cock blockin
9.Straight Jacket
Help me doctor doctor cause i'm seein lots of spots
I'm thinkin of pink elephants with little polka dots
I'm tired, crazy tired, but i can not get no sleep
Cause every time i close my eyes i think i'm six feet deep
I feel i'm goin slow as hell but everything is speedin
Last night i woke up screamin and my bathroom walls were bleedin
I thought i fell asleep at work, but then when i awoke
I was all alone and had my own hands on my throat
Clippings from the newspaper of murders my library
Sometimes i get a urge to walk inside a cemetary
I looked into a mirror seen a rope around my neck
I smoked a lot of cigarettes, cause i'm a nervous wreck
Tryin to relax, i ran some water in the tub
Vision somebody slaughtered, then the water turned to blood
I'm runnin down the hallway tryin to reach an exit door
The more and more i run seems like it's further than before
Voices sometimes tell me what i won't do, what i will do
Voices in my head right now are tellin me to kill you
Filled up with anxiety, i went to lover's lane
Seen a couple kissin, then blew out the brother's brain
I feel the world's against me and the women are so dirty
I hate women today because my mother used to hurt me
I think i'm goin crazy doc no longer can i hack it
Please, doctor please, put me in a straight jacket
A lady picked me up hitchikin, what a big mistake
Several hours later, there's a body by the lake
Walked into a train station, headed towards the back
Caught a flashback, and pushed a man right on the track
I'm in my darkroom inside my house that is deserted
Developin the photo of a hoe that i just murdered
I took a walk one night because i wanted to get out
I stepped outside, i paused, and i was back inside my house
Called up plenty doctors, told em all about my health
My phone just plays a dial tone, i'm talkin to myself
Snap back to reality, at least that's what i thought
Runnin from the spirits of the bodies i just caught
I can't escape this hell i'm in, not even in my dreams
I cover both my ears, because i'm sick of hearin screams
I been a mental case since i was in the seventh grade
Stabbed another student, licked his blood off of my blade
I got two personalities inside sometimes they battle
When i look at my picture all i see is scribble scrabble
I feel i'm really losin it, i need to write to abby
The characters on tv try to reach right out and grab me
I always hear somebody talkin bout they gonna do me
But i listen again and it's those voices talkin to me
You heard of shadowboxin？ i see mine and then attack it
Please, doctor please, put me in a straight jacket
10.Ill Street Blues
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. here comes g. rap with another
one y'all.
We going to swing it like this...
I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
Looking like raggedy ann, no dough in hand kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
Because i'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
Soon i see some ties and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick？ bill blass my sidekick
What's up, black？ give his hand a smack
Up pulls a cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job
for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying for protection
The want us to send a message to jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get caught
He owes some benjamin franklins, every last bit of em
But jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
But jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while i go and whack him
Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause i got the ill street blues
Chorus：
You lose, cause i got the ill street blues (repeat 4x)
Suckers i clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this little shop of horrors
So i got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so i stick slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, i know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck i got the tech right on your neck
And i expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller's check
But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like i'm smokey the bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to
meeting jesus
Yeah, i shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then i break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then i
don't give a fuck
Hyper as a sniper piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then i'm stickin her
for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because i got the ill street blues
Chorus
Extra extra read all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us
But that's dead, i'll thank god in the red, 'cross the bread
borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job
or two
But yo, the man can't even stick me with some crazy glue
Ready to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
What's up snake, why'd you violate？
Because i'm a hossa (what's that？)
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, i grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing i gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the
window
Up, up, and away cause i don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your shoes
But you lose, because i got the ill street blues
Chorus
11.Go For Your Guns
'get down let's see your hands, see your hands!
Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! huh？
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at'
Verse one：
Niggaz in the street that i dislike
You better get this right
These days what the fuck is a fist fight
Picture me puttin niggaz in headlocks
When i can lick off shots, and put they ass in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
You're just lookin to get your motherfuckin life took
Cause i can't wait to be a niggaz fate
So while you lift weights, i'm liftin lite-ass nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave nigga
I'll have to kick it to the motherfuckin grave digger
Yeah motherfucker you heard it
Doin all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
Niggaz'll be the karate kid
But i'll be in prison doin a motherfuckin body-bid
So you can take all that rocky shit home
Sylvester stallone ain't shit against al capone
Cause i ain't got no patience or energy
For motherfuckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like i'm soft
Bitch i don't knock motherfuckers out, i'm knockin motherfuckers
off
Leavin the scene like machine gun kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin niggaz the runs
Fuckin clam put your fists down and go for your guns
'alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
Get on the ground
Hands behind your head'
'so, so what are you gonna do？
Beat-beat the crap out of me？' no!
Verse two：
You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chill
Cause my glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxer skills
That's how i put a niggaz head out
The murder scene needs more than visine to get the red out
And i don't give a fuck if you know judo
Cause i'ma blow your motherfuckin ass to pluto
And when i blast the trey niggaz pass away
Put in the ground til your silly clown ass decay
So all you niggaz with the jokes
(is everybody ready？) well dibbida-dat's all folks
Cause nigga you don't want the nine to go (boom)
Niggaz like tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when i struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts you'll be another motherfucker bucked
Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots
Hell no, i'm givin motherfuckers burial suits
Your little t.k.o was a.o.k.
My way is r.i.p., niggaz are d.o.a.
Dead on arrival
So nigga you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the mak-11
And those are real shots on the motherfuckin track 7
I ain't kickin niggaz buns
If it's a bitch i'ma wetta you better go for your guns
'yo wassup, what the fuck is up now man？
What？
Where my money at man？
Hey yo, yo i told you i'd see you when i see you
Aww man you act like you wanna fight
What what？ yeah yeah alright yeah, i wanna fight' ＊boom＊
Verse three：
Rollin up on niggaz wearin wigs
Cause i got a sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin pigs
Kool g rap's a bad decision
Fuck front page i'm puttin niggaz on television
I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart motherfucker when i blow it out
Straight out your back
Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat
Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up
And put in a box all squooshed up
So motherfucker be a learner
Cause i can't hit or wrestle a niggaz without pullin out my
burner
So when a motherfucker want to fight
You fuck around with g and you'll be fightin death tonight
So you don't wanna get loose g
Cause i'm givin more flat lines to niggaz than loose-leaf
So come on bruce lee
Yo i'ma show you who the motherfucker is with all the juice g
So if you wanna intimidate
A nigga like me, great, will make your fuckin head disinigrate
I'm sendin niggaz to bedrock
Look out for the red dot
Or get your motherfuckin head shot
Niggaz are dialin 911
Huh, you little bitch niggaz go for your guns
12.Letters
'what are you going to do？' (2x)
'nigga!'
'the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters'
'my mic sound nice, check one'
'the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters'
'sound nice' (cut and scratched)
Rougher than gotti, in tone
Got a body harder than flintstone
Your girl got her skins boned
I'm diggin her down with my skintone
It's brown-er than bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her friends moan
Listen and learn and turn on your tuners if he looney
？ ？ i break, bang zoom, like honeymooners
I don't want singers, but finger snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when i flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by amoco, you know you ain't man to go
Dead up, head up, so i set up to slam a hoe
I don't give a heck, but i don't peck on a redneck
You wanna pull cards, you're a dead deck, bed check
Lead my from tec, come and step up and get your head red
Wait a sec, you comin to see what's left？
I gotta catch my breath, rappers slayed
Or played like jeff to the left
And none of you nitwits can get with this hit shit
You dipstics, even miss kiss, but no lipstick
I don't run a style but a mile to bust a child
Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like gomer pyle
Hell, i'm ringin bells with a ding-dong
I play you like ping-pong
You swingin on my ding-a-long king kong
I pop bad cops, i got a pig a day habit
Bing bing bang, just like the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your sound is just like a lady baby, maybe
You're old as grady, still in the 80's, metaphors born in haiti
I pop to the top, now the hip-hop glock pop rocks
Whenever it drops, i run over rappers at the record shop
You name your best i'll say, who, like owls
Pass me a towel, and i'ma move my bowels all over his vowels
Bring ten men, then i'll send my venom in em
You ain't gonna win em cause he got a women's momentum
And i don't wanna hear from this queer
Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong here
My rhymes are like the nine millimeter beretta
Cause anything rappers could do yo i could do it better
'the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters'
'my mic sound nice, check two'
'the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters'
'sound nice' (cut and scratched)
You no-frill slow toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My lyrical skills give me pillsbury doughboy
Back, i'm packin em up like jack the ripper
Some pally'll i'm pullin the zipper
Finger popped, the better the batter or flipper
You're out of date, you must be the late show, i hate those
Puttin on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get maaco
Dead-on, head-on collision, bad decision
You wanna see me nigga you better check your vision
It ain't 20／20 money silly bunny your funny
Your ass'll get smashed just like a crash test dummy
Retire, an mc that oscar meyer could take
Some of you wacky rappers just play anyway
That's b-o-l-o-g-n-a
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your style hurt
Hey hey hey! should i say it's fatter than albert
Play at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
Turnin cold, better go and sip on some swiss miss
Inner city, actin like bitties, you're pussy
So here kitty kitty, come get some milk from my hoe's titties
Cross at the green not in between or get hit g
Red light, green light, one two three
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you shoulda let me pass
'fore crash, now that ass is in a bodycast
Everytime i put out my records and tapes
Motherfuckers go bananas like this was planet of the apes
Grapes i bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase
tickets
To ride the dick and sit down it like a greyhound
Down with the clowns actin like killers, as good as wooden
soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even magilla guerillas
Bass in your face, stingin like mace
I'm bringin the right taste, hangin like waist
Pick up the pace
13.Nuff Said
Here's the motherfuckin magnificent
I'll even bag innocent motherfuckers
See suckers like there was ten i sent
So if you come in my way - great, i pull out the trey - eight
Kool g. rap's your fate, and not your playmate
So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin that shit is dead
Tell it to the motherfuckin mortician
So get ready to let the led out, i'm knockin niggaz dead out
And blowin the back of your fuckin head out
Cookin niggaz better than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, i'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
Because i'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frame
Like they was pictures of a bitch that i divorced
Boss, so come on nigga, get wild and loose
I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse
Even your bitch can get it nigga
I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
And pull the fuckin trigger
Goin psycho like norman bates, g. you better sedate
Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can stand g. rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck with the aids virus
Cause i set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put niggaz to sleep longer than rip van winkle
The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, i'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker than liberace's dick
Good luck, another hood bucked
I kick you so far up your ass i get my motherfuckin foot stuck
See i manage to give niggaz more than a bandage
Blue cross and blue shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin
damage
Cause i'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
And holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers
So if you all over my dick just like a rubber
My rap is so fat, i make ？ and ？ ？ blubber
You better duck, i'm like a volcano when i erupt
You bitch-ass rappers'll get fucked
And you'll be one hoe, like marilyn monroe
Left on death row, because i let the gun go
Bang blow your motherfuckin brains out
But you need more than detergent to get that motherfuckin stain
out
Cause i serve more crabs than red lobster's
When i pop shots, i leave lotsa dead mobsters
Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous
You're out of luck and i don't give a fuck what your name is
Boy you better split, cause i'ma house shit
My dick'll be rich if you niggaz
Wants to put your money where your mouth is
Gassed up ass nigga, come set it
Cause when i pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist
But deep down, you fuckin silly clowns know who's the hardest
Niggaz i watered down with the quarter pound
Cause my slaughter sound can be caught around
And found the slaughter town
For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo
Play it again sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
I'm leavin lame niggaz brain dead
Aww fuck it, nuff said
14.Edge Of Sanity
I'm on the verge of commitin murder
My girl is gettin on my last nerve and i don't wanna hurt her
She wants me to get a job
I get harassed cause i'm laying on my ass like a big slob
But everywhere i go, i get rejected
They won't hire a motherfucker with a jail record
So the least i could do, is look presentable
But i'm labelled by the city as a criminal
They won't give me no slack jack
And i got one strike against me already because my skin is black
See i'm irrelevant to help wanted signs
And they wonder why niggaz commit crimes
My girl pays the rent gas and light
Goes to class at days and works at night
I'm trying to get some money i can hand to her
But i ain't with bein a motherfuckin janitor
Plus i got my little nigga
And i'm tryin my best to be the right kind of father figure
But my hands is startin to shake
I'm tryin to hold my head because i'm reachin for the
thirty-eight
I pick it up, man fuckit
I gotta go out and hit the street and get some ducats
Lookin for somethin to hit
I throw on my hood, cause i'm about to do some stupid shit
I step in the seven-eleven
Come fast with the cash or get your ass sent to heaven
He must hit the alarm, cause i'm perspirin
Cause now i'm hearin motherfuckin sirens
I tried to run out, three thousand decent
Next thing i know, i'm sittin in a fuckin precinct
For tryin to feed a family
I need rubber balls, cause i'm fallin off the edge of sanity
Edge of sanity (2x)
What a fucked up night
And i'm mad because the cop put on the handcuffs too fuckin
tight
Central bookin is where they sent me
So they could take a couple of pictures after they fingerprint
me
Then they put me in a cell
And it was all full of niggaz that was dirty and stinkin as hell
Four hours passed already, so now i'm yawnin
And i'm hopin to see the judge in the mornin
Finally they call my name and i get up with speed
To appear before the judge, and make a plead
I saw the judge, he was a brother
He said, 'how do you plead？' i said, 'not guilty, motherfucker!'
Then i got kicked out of court, sent to the island
Where they got all of these young brothers wildin
And all i seen was teenagers
And brothers just slicin one another with straight razors
I saw this nigga, he was stone tall
I said, 'yo, i gotta make this motherfuckin phone call'
He said, 'these whores are mine, and you ain't widdit'
And put his face all up in mine, so i hit it
C.o.'s came, niggaz started to zing
Now i gotta do about three days in the bank
I did my time and now i'm back from my vacation
Right on track, they put me back in populations
I got dressed, and hit the mess hall
Then when i came back, finally i got to make my phone call
My girl is bringin out the man in me
Cause she's yellin and shit, while i'm hangin on the edge of
sanity
Edge of sanity (4x)
I'm sittin up north, and doin three to nine
And it feels like my whole life is bein left behind
I'm goin crazy in this place
And i'm countin the days, cause i'm about to be a mental case
My little son is gettin bigger
And he picked up the phone one day and thought i was some other
nigga
Yeah that bitch is tryin to play me like a sucker
Cause on the down and low i heard another nigga fucked her
Now homicide is on my mind
For knowin that this bitch is at home, screwin while i'm doin
time
And the nigga that's hittin the skins
Is a bold motherfucker cause he's one of my own friends
But that's alright cause i got somethin for they asses
And when i see him i'ma smash his fuckin glasses
Livin in hell but now my blood is gettin cold
Two months later, i got released on parole
So now i'm rollin colder than a blizzard
I got some iron from my man and went to pay the stupid bitch a
visit
I'm ringin the bell like hell
Oh nobody's home huh？ so i kicked it til the shit fell
Stepped in the house with my finger on the trigger
Butter ass nigga stuttered, 'wha-wha-what's up nigga？'
My bitch was scared, cause she knew that i was steamin
She ran her ass to the back and started screamin
＊one shot fired＊ to the body ＊two shots fired＊ to the head
＊one shot fired＊ put the barrel in his mouth, makin sure he's
dead
And the police ain't cannin me
Inside a cell, cause i just fell off the edge of sanity
Edge of sanity (2x)
15.Fuck U Man
Since i made the record 'talk like sex,'
Bitches are comin' up with their friends for a nigga to hit the
skins.
Hopin' the kool g rap was just makin' rhymes,
But i'm leavin' bitches' vaginas with more stitches than
frankenstein.
Some even had the nerve to try to give me head,
And swallow the whole jimmy to make a nigga fed.
But come on you bitches, don't make me laugh;
You couldn't deep throat g rap if you was a motherfuckin'
giraffe.
Dag, some even fled when they saw the head,
Cuz g's dick would make you seasick fuckin' me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me like no sucker,
Cuz these bitches'll be callin' up dial-a-mattress like a
motherfucker.
You heard the song before; you don't wanna see me,
'i'll fuck you on the a-train while i write graffiti.'
I'll even fuck you in a taxi cab,
And after sex with a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open your legs,
No need for no birth control, bitch, cuz my dick is touchin' the
eggs.
Kool g rap, the pussy slammer;
Hell, i'd be talkin' fucked up grammar if you was bad mamma
jamma.
I ain't small, i'll have you cummin' like waterfalls,
And then turn them sugar walls into carnegie hall.
Leavin' my mark on bitches like zorro,
Plus fuckin' bitches so def like there won't be no pussy left
tomorrow.
Hittin' hoes like it ain't funny,
I think about bowls of cheerios because i want my nuts and
honey.
Talkin' to all the women that look fine,
Pretendin' my prick was moby dick and have a whale of a time.
Now i'm not a deep-sea diver,
But i love it when my dick's covered and smothered with saliva.
Shit, might even straighten out your dentures,
Because it's not just a blow job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and i ain't with that：
I'll go to a chinese restaurant, bitch, if i wanna eat cats.
Because you gotta be brave to eat the tuna, g.
So when it comes to pussy-lickin', i'm the chicken of the sea.
I should be on the sex channel;
Not a chump cuz i'm givin' punk-bitches better humps than
camels.
If you're a virgin, i'll make it fit,
Because my dick'll pop the cherry and spit out the fuckin' pit.
And if you're concerned, my sperm don't burn,
And if it did, i'd give that nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, i instruct a fuckin' lesson.
You think it's painless？ i hit the anus and fuck up your large
intestines.
Leavin' you bitches stingin' from the bangin';
My man jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, that nigga's still
hangin'.
Bitch, you'd rather hump a fuckin' whole army,
Cuz even the witness protection program couldn't hide this man's
salami.
You fuck around and catch a seizure,
Before i fuck a hoe i gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' saliva dribble on your nipple,
Orgasms double and triple sit ripple and turn your ass into a
gripple.
Then i see you searchin' for the swellin',
Cuz i'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist might fall the
hell in.
Got damn! i hit the ham right;
Honeybuns, you can ask my three sons, i got the dick right out
the van dyke.
I'm fuckin' naked girls with fly rhymes,
But don't push me, because that pussy will be runnin' for it's
nine lives.
I know you hookers can't refuse this,
But dont' pick me to give no hickeys cuz i'm givin' bitches
bruises.
Yeah, i'll tear that pussy hole apart,
For fuckin' with g rap after dark, you'd rather jog in central
park.
So if you want kids before i fuck ya,
Look at the size of my dick, and you'll let out the
motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get open like a can;
Just leave it up to g rap, cuz i'm the neighborhood fuck u
man...
16.Still Wanted Dead Or Alive
'when you're on the run from the police, you got two options
Turn yourself in.. or come out blasting!' ＊boom＊
The chase ain't over, the battle ain't done yet
Get your ass out of town before sunset
Bullets you felt got you runnin for help
You gettin struck and my nine is still tucked under the belt
I'm wanted dead or alive, but i'm still standin
Just tell shannon, got the van with the cannon
When i hit, either the nine or the pound spits
I even flipped on a mob i was down with
So i'm packin a mac at night
And blue and whites are everywhere in a nigga sight
So come on, you little pigs, who's the bravest？
Cause i'ma spit on your ass like larry davis
Bumpin em off somethin decent
Jump out slow and drop the cocktail bomb in the precinct
And drop ten with the glock-10 ＊boom boom boom＊
I made another cop spin
Now uncle sam really wants me
But i'ma hit some more spots, then i'm flyin out the country
It ain't about runnin off like a sucker
I dug my own grave out this motherfucker
So i gotta hustle and gamble
But before i split, believe i leavin shit in shambles
It's a long plane ride, but a nigga gotta survive
I'm still wanted dead or alive
I'm turnin the city morgue to a deli
Was in the belly of the beast now the beast is in my belly
I gotta get up more loot
Time to throw back on the army suits and timberland boots
Blast at the niggaz from the east new york scene
I got my man c with me from fort greene
Al capone, d creative g, and peep my man named b
Ready to peel caps like potatoes
Kev and akinyele's on the lookout
Up in the spot, niggaz are crooked out and took out
＊bang＊ there goes a brain ＊bang＊ there goes a liver
Ain't no time, for dumpin niggaz in the river
I ain't lovin you niggaz no more
＊vrrrrrrrrrroom＊ it's time for the chainsaw
Off with the legs, arms, and head later
And throw the shit down in the incinerator
Then i'm off with the drugs and ends
Now it's time to get some motherfuckin revenge
To the nigga that stuck me in jail
I sent his momma's fingers to him in the mail
Caught up with his ass inside the 10th floor hall
＊bullets spray＊ painted the motherfuckin walls
Never mind having balls, you niggaz better duck and dive
I'm still wanted dead or alive
Aiyyo jinx, bust em in they motherfuckin face
'i pop in my kool g. rap and polo tape' -＞ chuck d
They was - straight goin out like a gunner
Because a nigga's wanted, i'm even hunted by bounty hunters
But i'm spittin out bigger lead
They got about a half a million dollar reward on a nigga's head
But i murdered the whole crew
I saw they spirits leave they bodies and i shot at them bitches
too
I put the nine to their it's so simple
＊bang bang＊ now that's what i call a holy temple
You put a nigga to the test
But if you fuck with me, then you fuckin with the best
I'm wettin niggaz and i'm fleein g
Cause sing-sing ？ ？ ？ ain't seein me
You gettin zipped up in leather
Cause if your ass leaks once, then your ass leaks forever
To the nigga that threatened my life
Went up to his crib, started wettin his wife
Nigga hidin in a closet
Checked his ass, and made a motherfuckin deposit
Sucker tried to get live
Yeah, i'm still wanted dead or alive
17.Two To The Head
'ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and gentlemen... let's get together
And give a great big round of applause to
To a new group...' [scarface laughing so loud sample is
obscured]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo, suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich, or somethin, bitch
See i come from the place known as the south park zone
Talkin shit ain't into clickin take your punk ass home
Cause i'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with a motherfuckin tec and watch you jump
So die motherfuckers die motherfuckers die
Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin, fry
One nigga you can't fuck wit
Cause i'm a born killer with the mind of a lunatic
So bring in bodybags when i start bangin
Cause i'm leavin motherfuckers laid out, with they brains hangin
Straight gettin down for mine
And i'll fuck up a bitch, cause i don't mind dyin
So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head, but yo
You can't kill me, cause i'm already dead
Scarface goin psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm bushwick bill, but call me chuckie
5th ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause i'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick bill, a.k.a. charles libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead in your bed now i'm ready for a long fuck
Necromance that ass for a minute
And split that motherfuckin click when i'm finished
You punk bitches be retreatin
Freddy and jason runnin home with their mouths bleedin
So welcome to the slaughterhouse trance
5th ward texas chuckie's concentration camp
You punk motherfuckers fled
And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin head
Buck him down, buck him down, come again
Two to the chin, ice cube'll blast they ass til the end
With my pistol, runnin from da lench mob
Is how you survive in south central
Kick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew
Cause it's judgment day, and ice cube is terminigga 2
Pow pow buck buck pow buck
Your name is stucky mack, now you realize that you're fucked
Two to the brain i leave a migraine
Have you coolin like a vegetable, but you're not edible
It's the incredible, buck your ass from head to toe
Audi 5000, don't wait for the feds to show
Cause they'll have me go up up the river
Where the white boys'll try to make a nigga
Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape
Around the handle, gotta let em know what i stand for
In the chow line, now is the time
See the trustee, walk up from behind
Real quick shank shank, leave his ass red
Motherfucker dead, from two to the head
See where i come from the crime rate only rises
The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes
Bitches picked up and dicked up, niggaz they gettin stuck up
Give up what you got, or get your ass shut the fuck up
Run em down and gun em down yeah that's how we do it
Niggaz get killed, and then filled with embalmin fluid
Step to the niggaz that i'm checkin
Pull out the tec and i reckon you'll get murdered in a second
Bang with the nine, boom with the pow
Motherfuckers are fallin and crawlin on the ground
Snitches get stitches, bitches that act snotty
Inside the parties even the hotties get turned to bodies
Now i heard, they got other places that's similar
But i represent, new york you fuck around i'm killin ya
A whole block of cops patrollin when i'm rollin
And if my pockets are swollen you know somebody sick i've stolen
Yeah you niggaz get ripped, when my clip, goes in the
S-m-i-t-h w-e-double-s-o-n
Or the reliable revolver
And like i said before, it's the motherfuckin problem solver
So bring it on nigga, get brave
It's plenty motherfuckers gettin sent to early graves
Cause when a nigga gets fed
Then all you motherfuckers get two to the fuckin head
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