[Kool G Rap] Rikers Island, Rikers Island (Iraq Island, Iraq Island) Rikers Island, Rikers Island (Iraq Island) [Chorus x2] [Noreaga] Yo, Listen to me
antique Beats that I repeat show you that I can speak Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me It takes strategy just like Monopoly, figure it out Kool G Rap is
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack
just realizing, that this is real Respect to the regiments of the steel Assemble More hip-hop greats, youknowhatI'msayin'? Big Daddy Kane, KRS-One, Kool G. Rap
next The name is Fat Joe, 'cause Joe is livin' Fat Niggaz gettin' jealous 'cause I got a contract But I don't sweat it, I know the style is raw You can
The Twinz Diamond D, for believing in me Showbiz and A.G., the whole D.I.T.C. My nigga G. Rap, forever got your back Whether it's with the macs or on
I stick crack I stay fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen Don't you wanna party with me? Where the kush is blowing and the E is free And the world is
advocating that hip-hop is not Just a music, it is an attitude, it is an awareness, it is a way To view the world So rap music, is something we do, but
G Graffiti vandals, Jimmy Packer sex scandals Videos, Ralph MacDaniels Back when we didn't have the papered samples Beasties, Chuck D, Busy Bee got ate up ? battle Kool
the way for me, yeah yeah I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G
[Verse 1: The Game] I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G
bitch and im gone Take her to tha room then i drop her back at home He aint sellin records how he ballin everyday Bitch I got work all I do is move the
mad when I really Thought back Me and rza hit that ass On the video set Why did we hit Raw Bitch told us How she fucked Eminem Kool g Krs Monch Exhibit
see Is the world made of plastic? Is the city buried in dreams? Yeah Is the world made of plastic? 'Cause that's the way is seems, ow Is the world made
of the game (The Master) In the rappin' Hall of Fame He's the Master (Master, Master) Kool Keith He's the master (Master, Master) Kool Keith, Kool Keith, Kool Keith (Kool
there, you fuckin' mad at me Whippin' yo' lip up with verbal hits From yo' hip up, stand back and guard crack P, watch yo' fuckin' back, that girl is
as Jamaican people Fakin', funkin', you're pedigree, your beat is sunk in Tonka toy of little boy, stepping down to Roy I'm no joke, I rap for cash
Make up your rap that's feeble, small you think it's major I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager International feedback, I make you twist your knee back