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f/ Kool G. Rap |
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[L] Yeah, check this shit out |
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[K] Kool G. Rap and my dog Big L |
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[K] Holdin it di-down, ya heard? |
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[Big L] |
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Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new song |
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If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong |
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Clown niggaz, you ain't got a chance at all |
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Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all |
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I make moves and boss all across the world |
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so don't be upset if I toss your girl |
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I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low |
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Bitches sweat me wherever I go |
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I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier specs |
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Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex |
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Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the Mets |
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Throwin the dice and takin all size bets |
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Never bummy; sip rummy, get money |
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When I hit honies you felt the dick in her tummy |
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On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio |
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Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O - what? |
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Chorus: Kool G. Rap |
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Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back |
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G. Rap and Big L, we all that |
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Goin back to back where they brawl at |
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Swing and walk with tall bats |
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Leavin big holes with small gats |
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Have 'em all fallin where the wall at |
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All of y'all weak people fall back |
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G. Rap and Big L, we all that |
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Goin back to back where they brawl at |
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Swing and walk with tall bats |
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Leavin big holes with small gats |
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Have 'em all fallin where the wall at |
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[Kool G. Rap] |
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Yo, from the spot to the cellblocks |
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Hot as hell blocks where shells pop |
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Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop |
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Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops |
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People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots |
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Niggaz turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop |
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New York livin, got a nigga four-fifth limpin |
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Send you as a gift to the mortician |
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if you forfeit livin - my fortune is forbidden |
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I say it one time before spittin |
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then I leave your forehead drippin |
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I laid low then came back for more bread grippin |
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More thread flippin |
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More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape loose |
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Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose |
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Blow the feathers out of your Nordface goose |
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It's G. Rap comin back with a click of brave troops |
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Have y'all niggaz runnin for homebase like Babe Ruth |
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Have you holdin holes in your body like you play flute |
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Lay you down til you get found up in the sprayed Coupe |
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Prepare for the takeover - give you the face makeover |
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the seedier row and sheet draped over |
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Be found on the block with the street taped over |
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or comin out of deep coma, your speech made slower |
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Corona Queens shakedown; I'm comin with the nickel-plate pound |
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to trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town |
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Lacin it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin the crown |
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ya heard? |
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Chorus 2X |
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[Kool G. Rap] |
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Yo Kool G. Rap, holdin it down with the hazardous Big L |
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Knahmean? {*echoes*} |