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Kool G Rap

Nathaniel Thomas Wilson (born July 20, 1968), better known by his stage names Kool G Rap (or simply G Rap, and originally Kool Genius of Rap) is an American rapper. He hails from the Corona neighborhood of Queens, New York City. He began his career in the mid-1980s as one half of the group Kool G Rap & DJ Polo and as a member of the Juice Crew. He is often cited as one of the most influential and skilled MCs of all time as he is a pioneer of mafioso rap/street/hardcore content and multisyllabic rhyming. On his album The Giancana Story, he stated that the "G" in his name stands for "Giancana" (after the mobster Sam Giancana), but on other occasions he's stated that it stands for "Genius". more »

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1995

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[Chorus: x2]
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 New York the city that never sleeps 
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets 
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids slangin' rocks 
And holdin' glocks stolen from the cops to get props 

You gotta split a top on the regular 
Or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor 
Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder 
Another brother six feet under 

You know it ain't no jokin' when the streetlights are broken 
So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin' 'loc 
Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son 
The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up) 

Or make a run for it there's too many to tackle 
The Big Apple will put your ass on ice like a Snapple 
So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped 
Niggas act up I back up (PI-YAH) 

I bust a cap inside your fuckin' hat 
Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose 
Just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows 
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops 

(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop 
The younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin' 
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin' 
To push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back 

The motherfuckin' ghetto knows, and it's like that 

[Chorus] 

[Kool G. Rap] 
Today's headlines, another nigga dead 
Six to the body and fo' to the head 
Followed the red bitch in the bed full of lead 
A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds 

Ramshacked the shack, disclose 'bout two kilos of dope 
Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat 
So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise 
With blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes 

Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news 
Watchin' his family goin' through all the boo-hoos 
You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin' deeper 
Nothin' left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper 

Police are takin' [unknown] snapshots, scoop up some blood drops 
Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots 
The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street 
So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat 

Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white 
chalk around the body now the party has to motivate 
One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green 
Died at the age of seventeen 

[Chorus] 

[Kool G. Rap] 
Strollin' the concrete, packin' my heat, walkin' the backstreets 
I seen niggaz pull up, peepin' me out the side a black Jeep 
Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin' if I'm slippin' 
Steady cockin' my shit cause I already got the clip in 

Now who's the first nigga to run up, here they come up 
The block hardrocks with glocks rollin' holdin' they guns up 
I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest 
Nigga should of wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest 

But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin triggers 
Strays are ricochetin' off the bricks, zigga zigga 
But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin' bigger caps? 
My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS 

No haps, G. Rap ain't goin' out like a sucker 
I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfucker 
Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin' at me 
'Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy 

Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary 
Shit gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me 
I went between two cars, lettin' off the quarter pound 
I see another body fallin' down to the ground 

Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead 
Standin' over his ass I put two more inside his head 
That's three niggaz down, only got one nigga to go 
I gots to send his ass to the gravedigger so 

I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up 
Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up 
Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out 
Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out 
The back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down 

Right on the motherfuckin' streets that he dwelled 

[Repeat Chorus]

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