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

Danger, when I rearrange and a face, ace
You're replaced by a stranger
I injure, and like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking

A bullet inserted in your head, a got
Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody it
Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's
And you can my blues to Billie Holiday

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

G's a madman, came the Badlands
Crush niggas in my bare hands beer cans
a gash like the New York Slasher
Showing my inches in a like a flasher

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

On a role, the golden mic holder
And I flatten your ass like a steam roller
Pity for I waste
Try to disrespect, get the taste of a brace

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

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

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

The death I received from the head vests
I'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up a dead pet
The troop stoops to brutality
Giving all a taste of reality

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

What I use to liars:
fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers
So you thought you could
Go and get a green because your ass is grass

Eric B. is the
His pockets swoll he's rolling in more dough than a baker
Quiet type, but I have it
'Cause I swing with the boys I get noisy like traffic

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

A bullet the sucker's guts and
Hit butt and his nuts, we him in the Hudson
This is for all the
They a gash in their ass from a meat cleaver

even try to get fast
You know the because I'm 5 seconds off your ass
A nightmare leaving you breathless
You stepping to Kool G Rap, then a death wish

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