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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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2002

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I knew a youngster met him at 14 a very short scene 
Fiendin' to make his dreams come true but see money was caught mean 
Started runnin' wild and livin' life type of foul that was my shorty's style 
But deep down in heart he was still only a child 

He was typin' nice at ball if he had height y'all 
Might of been 'NBA Today' instead I watched his life fall 
Blowin' up the spots and poppin' them tec glocks 
Collectin' street props, splittin' tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped 

Started committin' murder after murder 
Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him like a burger 
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger 
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger 

And this type of street violence today happens too often 
It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin 
People droppin' a rose when the casket is closed 
Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes 

They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger" 
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga 
It's bout whose draw is quicker 
So to my shorty dog puzzled I'm pledgin' 

Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend 
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) 
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 
 
Thinkin' back when I was chillin' with K-Von, but now he's long gone 
So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on 
Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods 
Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good 

Started hangin' hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars 
Then put behind bars sellin' drugs and pullin' yards 
Then my crimey got locked up for cookin' the rock up 
Started bouncin' uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up 

Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin' with flashlights 
On the double a fast life, that's when he seen his last nights 
Out on the street runnin' from the heat 
Then got locked up from (Happy New Year!) 

All the way down to (New Year's Eve!) 
The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes 
Got back on crackin', I let him whip the macks and go lookin' for hoes 
And then another sad story is headed for me 

When i found out another soldier died in the territory 
So in memory of my dog I write a lyric 
Straight hopin' melodies travel from my mind to your spirit 
Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin' 

Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend 
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) 
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3X 
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) 
Keep it real on the street

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