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You're scared as soon as G Rap penetrates
You wanna escape, but you got a to meet fate
Run for your life I'm starting
Suckers are turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton

Danger, when I rearrange and a face, ace
being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a
You got struck by a fucking

A inserted in your head, a shot got
Murdered, nobody shit, nobody heard it
Fuck around, the price is more than pays
And you can my blues to Billie Holiday

Put ass in my path and I'm a blast it
Mind over matter, I like battery acid
Terrorizing, up the guys-a
Finger on trigger, I pull it, a bullet flys in

G's a madman, from the Badlands
Crush niggas in my bare like beer cans
Leaving a gash like the New York
Showing my inches in a trench a flasher

You got a problem, I'm a problem
Solve more problems with a .357
Come near you pay
And I can barely hear when you so speak up clearly

On a sole role, the golden mic
And I flatten your ass just like a steam
Pity for niggas I
Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck

I got your ass on
You got beef? You save it for the motherfucking meat market
choke you like a headlock
If a sucker's asleep, I his shit into Bedrock

Come on son, get in
Niggas are running like the is coming
I enlist punk niggas that some of this
And what's left is the breath of a wish

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A pimp that loves shrimps and
And for a hobby I'm hitting niggas up a mobster
I got a story for each poor territory
The glory in all categories

The death threats I received from the vests
I'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a pet
The troop that stoops to
Giving all nationalities a of reality

Kool G Rap is to draw
And any that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue
All unidentified, so check it
You see if it was the sucker from the dental record

I use to torture liars:
Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or
So you thought you last?
Go and get a green thumb because ass is grass

Eric B. is the
His pockets swoll because he's rolling in more than a baker
type, but I won't have it
'Cause when I with the boys I get noisy like traffic

So if you know I know, see what I see
G Rap is with a mafioso posse
And I'm quick to go stick suckers
With a smile just a sick motherfucker

A inside the sucker's guts and
Hit butt and his nuts, we him in the Hudson
is for all the non-believers
They receive a gash in ass from a meat cleaver

Don't even try to get
You know the time because I'm 5 seconds off ass
A nightmare leaving you suckers
You to Kool G Rap, then that's a death wish

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