| 歌曲 | Death Wish |
| 歌手 | Kool G Rap & DJ Polo |
| 专辑 | Wanted: Dead or Alive |
| ("rappers go six feat under") (repeat 4x) | |
| You're scared straight as soon as g rap penetrates | |
| You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate | |
| Run for your life when i'm starting | |
| Suckers are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton | |
| Danger, when i rearrange and change a face, ace | |
| You're being replaced by a stranger | |
| I injure, and escape like a ninja | |
| You got struck by a fucking revenger | |
| A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got | |
| Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it | |
| Fuck around, the price is more than mcdonald's pays | |
| And you can sing my blues to billie holiday | |
| Put your ass in my path and i'm a blast it | |
| Mind over matter, i burn like battery acid | |
| Terrorizing, sizing up the guys-a | |
| Finger on trigger, when i pull it, a bullet flys in | |
| G's a madman, came from the badlands | |
| Crush niggas in my bare hands like beer cans | |
| Leaving a gash like the new york slasher | |
| Showing my inches in a trench like a flasher | |
| You got a problem, i'm a problem solver | |
| Solve more problems with a .357 revolver | |
| Come near you pay dearly | |
| And i can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearly | |
| On a sole role, the golden mic holder | |
| And i flatten your ass just like a steam roller | |
| Pity for niggas i waste | |
| Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace | |
| I got your ass on target | |
| You got beef? you better save it for the motherfucking meat market | |
| Rhymes choke you like a headlock | |
| If a sucker's asleep, i turn his shit into bedrock | |
| Come on son, get done in | |
| Niggas are running like the redcoats is coming | |
| I enlist punk niggas that want some of this | |
| And what's left is the breath of a death wish | |
| ("rappers go six feat under") (repeat 4x) | |
| A pimp that loves shrimps and lobster | |
| And for a hobby i'm hitting niggas up like a mobster | |
| I got a story for each little poor territory | |
| The ghetto glory in all categories | |
| The death threats i received from the head vests | |
| I'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead pet | |
| The troop that stoops to brutality | |
| Giving all nationalities a taste of reality | |
| Kool g rap is here to draw | |
| And any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue | |
| All victims unidentified, so check it | |
| You gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental record | |
| What i use to torture liars: | |
| Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers | |
| So you thought you could last? | |
| Go and get a green thumb because your ass is grass | |
| Eric b. is the undertaker | |
| His pockets swoll because he's rolling in more dough than a baker | |
| Quiet type, but i won't have it | |
| Cause when i swing with the boys i get noisy like traffic | |
| So if you know what i know, see what i see | |
| G rap is down with a mafioso posse | |
| And i'm quick to go stick other suckers | |
| With a smile just like a sick motherfucker | |
| A bullet inside the sucker's guts and | |
| Hit butt and his nuts, we throw him in the hudson | |
| This is for all the non-believers | |
| They receive a gash in their ass from a meat cleaver | |
| Don't even try to get fast | |
| You know the time because i'm 5 seconds off your ass | |
| A nightmare leaving you suckers breathless | |
| You stepping to kool g rap, then that's a death wish | |
| ("rappers go six feat under") (repeat 4x) |
| " rappers go six feat under" repeat 4x | |
| You' re scared straight as soon as g rap penetrates | |
| You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate | |
| Run for your life when i' m starting | |
| Suckers are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton | |
| Danger, when i rearrange and change a face, ace | |
| You' re being replaced by a stranger | |
| I injure, and escape like a ninja | |
| You got struck by a fucking revenger | |
| A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got | |
| Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it | |
| Fuck around, the price is more than mcdonald' s pays | |
| And you can sing my blues to billie holiday | |
| Put your ass in my path and i' m a blast it | |
| Mind over matter, i burn like battery acid | |
| Terrorizing, sizing up the guysa | |
| Finger on trigger, when i pull it, a bullet flys in | |
| G' s a madman, came from the badlands | |
| Crush niggas in my bare hands like beer cans | |
| Leaving a gash like the new york slasher | |
| Showing my inches in a trench like a flasher | |
| You got a problem, i' m a problem solver | |
| Solve more problems with a . 357 revolver | |
| Come near you pay dearly | |
| And i can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearly | |
| On a sole role, the golden mic holder | |
| And i flatten your ass just like a steam roller | |
| Pity for niggas i waste | |
| Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace | |
| I got your ass on target | |
| You got beef? you better save it for the motherfucking meat market | |
| Rhymes choke you like a headlock | |
| If a sucker' s asleep, i turn his shit into bedrock | |
| Come on son, get done in | |
| Niggas are running like the redcoats is coming | |
| I enlist punk niggas that want some of this | |
| And what' s left is the breath of a death wish | |
| " rappers go six feat under" repeat 4x | |
| A pimp that loves shrimps and lobster | |
| And for a hobby i' m hitting niggas up like a mobster | |
| I got a story for each little poor territory | |
| The ghetto glory in all categories | |
| The death threats i received from the head vests | |
| I' m riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead pet | |
| The troop that stoops to brutality | |
| Giving all nationalities a taste of reality | |
| Kool g rap is here to draw | |
| And any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue | |
| All victims unidentified, so check it | |
| You gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental record | |
| What i use to torture liars: | |
| Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers | |
| So you thought you could last? | |
| Go and get a green thumb because your ass is grass | |
| Eric b. is the undertaker | |
| His pockets swoll because he' s rolling in more dough than a baker | |
| Quiet type, but i won' t have it | |
| Cause when i swing with the boys i get noisy like traffic | |
| So if you know what i know, see what i see | |
| G rap is down with a mafioso posse | |
| And i' m quick to go stick other suckers | |
| With a smile just like a sick motherfucker | |
| A bullet inside the sucker' s guts and | |
| Hit butt and his nuts, we throw him in the hudson | |
| This is for all the nonbelievers | |
| They receive a gash in their ass from a meat cleaver | |
| Don' t even try to get fast | |
| You know the time because i' m 5 seconds off your ass | |
| A nightmare leaving you suckers breathless | |
| You stepping to kool g rap, then that' s a death wish | |
| " rappers go six feat under" repeat 4x |