(Talking) whasup girl?, I know that ya man and all but yo, what you see in that nigga? you need to get with a nigga like me, for real, does he got one
[Intro] Heyyo check it This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here Out in the streets blindfolded Not knowin' what's really goin' on
no glass, think fast yo ass too late, muthafucka Put a d-rap too fast (Pun and G Rap are too fast) {scratches} "Act like you want Drama" "Kool G. Rap
I'm on the verge of commitin murder My girl is gettin on my last nerve and I don't wanna hurt her She wants me to get a job I get harassed cause I'm laying
the world! I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines I gotsta get mines, yeah... I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, "It's
[VERSE 1] I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean Started runnin wild
miles, bodies stacked up in piles I'm killin executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A nigga livin foul -- "I kill em executioner style" - G. Rap
up Two in the head, leaded up Call the coroners to make they bed up Infrared shit from neck up Before they got to lit the tec up [Kool G Rap] It was
Marley: Yo that is P: Funky! That??? him in his new Alfa Romeo M: Yo that is real real fonkee, yo yo what up, G Rap? G Rap: Yo yo what up niggas
yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM* Verse Three: Rollin up on niggaz wearin wigs Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin pigs Kool G Rap's a
Chorus: repeat 2X Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go (G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) [Kool G. Rap] New York,
've got to make it happen When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah Verse Three: G Rap, Nas [Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite
low-down trash Marley's car is two-toned, and it's ended with chrome And the Bell telephone makes you feel at home So remember Kool G Rap and his DJ Polo
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all. We going to swing it like this... I'm right in front of my front steps
(x4) People in the audience Kool G Rap is my name I write rhymes and insert them inside your brain And DJ Polo, the man I'm behind He operates the
[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
a Smith-N-Wes And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap Now it's a damn shame, what
media So rap alert for ya, devastate the area I'll give a grain of your lyrical mania Power source, and a G enforced, your headboards And they could be rap