| KGR baby, Kool G Rap
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| Giacanna nigga
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| What
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| 'Kool G Rap'
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| Queens shit
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| «Everywhere that I go brothers know my fuckin name» -] Big L
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| Ya niggas know the half
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| 'Kool G Rap'
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| Yo check it yo yo
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| Yo if it ain’t about the dough
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| Than I ain’t with it at all
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| Wrong nigga to call if the bid is to small
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| People war, spit it the more
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| Quick fall, double digit and more
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| When other builders hit 'em with halls
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| Go shop, kill 'em in malls
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| Dare at the head, mister shit on the wall
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| Pitt fall and shiver with morgues
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| You got big balls and smith 'em
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| 'til they smithen their jaws
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| And river the floors
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| Take comes of the safety locks
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| You better know it for the cake we rock
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| Or them pies up in the page we spot
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| Was it for your man, I take these blocks
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| Twins shot, 'til the stake be hot
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| Fuck around, you’ll get faced be hot
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| Eighty shots in the grate we dropped
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| Let it go and trake pound long fluid
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| Get leaned over the steering wheel with the horn blowing
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| Oh shit, blood is out your skully torn open
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| Shit up with the weight to nigga Blake Borns growing
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| «Kool G Rap»
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| «You rappin' to me, you lose»
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| «Going out, how dare you fuck with me»
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| «Kool G Rap»
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| «You rappin' to me, you take a loss»
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| «You lose»
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| «Going out, how dare you fuck with me»
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| Aiyo check it yo
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| There’s only one life to live nigga
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| Gotta feed the wife and kids nigga
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| For that loot like ya wid nigga
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| For that steak and rice and dice nights with big figures
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| For them chips that bag their bitch with the tight figure
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| For that yacht down at the dock, that would be a white skipper
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| For them dinners under the candle-light with nice liquor
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| For the person brag when G’s fallin' this week
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| With my hand at the back of the chicks' head
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| Blowin' my dick dad
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| For them guns that got big battles for big lads
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| For that wall to wall carpet inside the big spread
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| Yo I’mma pulitrate the paddles lay them face down
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| Star ways down placin' rounds 'til the say found
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| Bitch take down rape now left the lace down
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| Down on the couch fuck her mouth 'til her face frown
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| It’s all for the cream not behind the wall in the greens
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| Everything that glitter it call for the scheme
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| My ball for the team, nigga
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| «Get this through your head, you only exsist out here because of me»
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| «Don't ever go over my fuckin' head again, you motherfuckin' jew»
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| Queens shit for real nigga
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| «Kool G Rap»
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| «You rappin' to me, you take a loss»
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| «You lose»
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| «Going out, how dare you fuck with me»
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| G Rap Giacanna
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| My nigga JS1 coming through
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| That niggas fall back
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| That catch hot ones
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| It’s like that Queens shit knawhatImean
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| For the motherfuckin' flat lands
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| How they call it that?
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| That’s when niggas get laughed flat at
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| For real you figure it out
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| «And that goes to anybody that gotta pay they dues» -] Ill Street Blues |