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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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1992

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"Late last night two undercover police officers were found brutally murdered in a Fort Greene 
Apartment building in Brooklyn New York. At this time police have no suspects. 
Now to the weather but first G tell 'em what time it is!" 

I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin' it 
No joke because this bein' broke shit just ain't makin' it 
Cause I grew up in the fast line 
See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games 
Now I'm able to leave the cradle 
I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table 
Sittin' right beside a pistol 
And I'm watchin' my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal 
While he was countin' the green 
I seen nothin' but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam 
People was too afraid to stick him up 
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up 
When I reached ten years old 
I never recalled seein' any more money and drugs in the household 
'Cause now pops was on his feet 
And to keep us from gettin' hurt he kept his dirt in the street 
And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin' black 
Because he just got your death, put on a contract 
Another sucker to rub 
Even my mother's walkin' around packin' a .357 snub 
And many cops dropped dead 
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head 
'Cause it's hard to get by 
And that's why, when you're young in the streets 
You gotta live and let die 

Some say this ain't the life to choose 
Rage is snapped away you get a page in the Daily News 
But I just want to get paid off 
'Cause if I was workin' a regular nine to five I'd get laid off 
Some people say, sellin' weight, is a death date 
But I can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state 
I ain't worried bout a brother tryin' to take mines 
'Cause my plot comes with a hundred shot nine 
Police are right on my heels 
But I'm always one step ahead of the punks makin' dope deals 
They can't stop me 'cause I'm proper 
And if they ever try to raid they better bring choppers or helicopters 
I broke a lot of punks ribs 
Dumpin' they bodies in lots, then I ran and shot up the cribs 
Because a brother ain't fakin' it 
If there's a record for killin' the most niggaz then yo I'm breakin' it 
I wish a brother would flex 
I spray him up and then take all of his money and give his girl sex 
That's how I'm livin' in the street 
You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat 
I'm sendin' punks six feet deep 
And gettin' money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street 
You want to stop what I supply 
Aiyyo, the hell with that, I gotta live and let die 

Police, police! Everybody down, everybody down! 
Don't fucking move, get down! 
Hey, where is everybody? 
Look, there's nobody here 
What's that fucking noise?  
It's a bomb, it's a bomb, let's go 
Get the f*ck out of here! 

You gotta live and let die 
Forget all that bullshit about savin' the soul 
Some chump'll pump your ass full of bullet holes 
So I'm out to make a killin' 
And all you suckers are chillin' 'cause I ain't just an ordinary villain 
I got a rep for mass murder 
If you look bigger, I just pull the trigger, a female I just hurt her 
I got the .38 long 
But a dame can get the same if she's comin' out of her mouth wrong 
And if you try to oppose this 
Next time you see your mother she'll be covered with roses 
It ain't about a fair fight 
Because I only get open for smokin' suckers in daylight 
Another punk bites the dust 
'Cause I just bust blood out your butt like pus 
The broke life I ain't missin 
Because now I got a lot, and that's more than a pot to piss in 
And if I'm sellin you ki's 
Just put the G's on the bed, and then go head and take a freeze 
And while you're numbin' your tongue with the yum yum 
I pull out a gun, cause I want every last crumb 
I put a slug in your face 
Then I waits to start packin' the trap back in the suitcase 
Another punk had to fry 
I don't want to do it but yo I gotta live and let die 

"Earlier this morning, five cops were killed And six were wounded in a raid gone bad. 
Police have no leads. For any information, please call, 1-800-Stool-Pigeon. 
Now back to you Rob." 

"A forty-nine year old unidentified male went berzerk last night, openly firing with a twelve gauge shotgun in a crowded downtown restaurant. Fourteen people are dead including three children and four others suffered serious injuries. Police have a suspect in custody but are not releasing any information until they complete their investigation"

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