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

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

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

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

G's a madman, came from the
Crush niggas in my bare hands like cans
Leaving a gash 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 hear when you talk so speak up clearly

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

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

on son, get done in
Niggas are like 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 loves shrimps and
And for a hobby I'm hitting niggas up like a
I got a story for each poor territory
The glory in all categories

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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