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"What are you to do?" (2X)
"Nigga!"
"The K the the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"My mic sound nice, one"
"The K the the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)

[Kool G.
Rougher Gotti, in tone
Got a harder than Flintstone
Your got her skins boned
I'm her down with my skintone
It's than Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her friends
Listen and learn and on your tuners if he looney
? ? I break, bang zoom, like
I don't singers, but finger snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's I flap my trapper
Got that ass by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
dead up, head up, so I set up to a hoe
I don't a heck, but I don't peck on a redneck
You wanna cards, you're a dead deck, bed check
Lead my from tec, come and step up and get your red
Wait a sec, you comin to see what's
I gotta my breath, rappers slayed
or like Jeff to the left
And none of you nitwits can get this hit shit
You dipstics, even Miss kiss, but no
I run a style but a mile to bust a child
Big ol happy rappers smile like Gomer Pyle
Hell, I'm bells with a ding-dong
I you like ping-pong
You swingin on my King Kong
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
Bing bing BANG, just like the ricochet
Grab it, your sound is just like a lady baby,
you're old as Grady, still in the 80's, born in Haiti
I pop to the top, now the glock pop rocks
it drops, I run over rappers at the record shop
You name best I'll say, who, like owls
me a towel, and I'ma move my bowels all over his vowels
Bring ten men, then send my venom in em
You ain't gonna win em he got a women's momentum
And I don't wanna hear from this
Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't here
My rhymes are like the millimeter Beretta
Cause anything could do yo I could do it better

"The K the the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"My mic sound nice, two"
"The K the the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"sound nice" (cut and scratched)

You slow toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My lyrical give me Pillsbury Doughboy
Back, I'm packin em up like Jack the
Some pally'll I'm the zipper
Finger popped, the better the batter or
out of date, you must be the Late Show, I hate those
puttin on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get
Dead-on, head-on collision, bad
You wanna see me nigga you check your vision
It ain't 20/20 money silly bunny funny
Your ass'll get smashed just like a crash dummy
Retire, an MC that Oscar Meyer could
Some of you wacky rappers just play
that's
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your style
HEY HEY HEY! I say it's Fatter than Albert
at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
turnin cold, better go and sip on some Swiss
city, actin like bitties, you're pussy
so here kitty kitty, get some milk from my hoe's titties
Cross at the green not in or get hit G
Red light, green light, one two
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you shoulda let me
crash, now that ass is in a bodycast
Everytime I put out my records and
Motherfuckers go bananas like this was Planet of the
Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase
to ride the dick and sit down it a Greyhound
Down with the clowns like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't Magilla Guerillas
Bass in your face, stingin like
I'm bringin the right taste, like waist
up the pace