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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
are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton

Danger, when I and change a face, ace
You're replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a
You got by a fucking revenger

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

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

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

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

On a sole role, the golden mic
And I flatten ass just like a steam roller
Pity for niggas I
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 a headlock
If a asleep, I turn 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 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 in all categories

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

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

I use to torture liars:
Either fire, barbed wire, wire, or pliers
So you thought you last?
Go and get a thumb 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 won't it
'Cause when I swing the boys I get noisy like traffic

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

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

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

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