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

Danger, when I rearrange and a face, ace
You're being replaced by a
I injure, and escape a ninja
You got by a fucking revenger

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

Put your ass in my 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, came the Badlands
Crush niggas in my hands like beer cans
Leaving a gash like the New York
Showing my in a trench like a flasher

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kool G Rap is to draw
And any sucker that tries to beat him, you 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:
Either fire, barbed wire, wire, or pliers
So you thought you could
Go and get a thumb because your ass is grass

B. is the undertaker
His swoll because he's rolling in more dough than a baker
Quiet type, but I won't it
'Cause when I swing with the 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 to go stick other suckers
With a smile like a sick motherfucker

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

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

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