Condo's be on the towers Livin' what comes out the mouth of all you cowards, Introducin' kool g. rap, he be a friend of ours. Verse 3: (kool g. rap)
nigga tripped so I shot him in the ass. "Why you make me do that?" I'm usually a cool cat, like Kool Herc, Kool G, or any other cool nigga that rap.
' Willy B Leavin' out the nickel I'm bumpin' some Kool G. Rap Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the kool
my man Dre and Easy in the house This goes out to my man Tamere he's definitely in here What's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
Man, murdered by the same gun Kool G. Rap lickin' shot and KRS But he didn't die fast 'cuz the brother had a vest Ooh, nigga took Kool G. with him Both
on your tenement Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap
they ass is out to get you no matter if you in the dope game or the rap game or what situation you hear my friend there is no such thing
thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around
friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin' 'bout all the ends That I spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz Dapper Dan, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
ease back You fleece that it's G Rap many cats wanna be that Better believe that iced up, find me where it's below zero degrees at Skis at see the G
lies like y'all was Catholics I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it My aim is accurate
going on? This is retarded, yo we gotta This is crazy, never again, you'd throw everything away, for what? Yeah, my man Kool G Rap told me, 'Son do not look back
and books, and the suckers got shook Dreamed about it two decades straight Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made The music is my love and it is my business My name is
a sack Gotta go and I don't know when I'll be back Get my last paycheck, smash and make steps Gone, on the run with Kool G. Rap in the tapedeck (peace
in back of the 6 Ya heard me? MTV they gonna play my hits Ya heard me? Even though I'm real ghetto and shit Ya heard me? I got a g niggas shoot that
here to Rio Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O, what? Yo, all of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin' back to back where they
kid, who couldn't rap and didn't run Stand aside, when the rap is gettin' dumb Resort to baggin' Billy, askin' can he have some No, never ever come back
shit on the dresser, Got Compton on my back, Im startin to feel the pressure, I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records [chorus x2]