[Intro] Heyyo check it This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here Out in the streets blindfolded Not knowin' what's really goin' on
[Kool G. Rap] No doubt The real drama shit All ya rap niggas pay homage When he raps, spit atomics When verse crash the Earth like a comet Raise a prophet
I'm on the verge of commitin murder My girl is gettin on my last nerve and I don't wanna hurt her She wants me to get a job I get harassed cause I'm laying
world! I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines I gotsta get mines, yeah... I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, "It's a Demo
[VERSE 1] 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
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A nigga livin foul (repeat 2X) As I steps inside the playground I lays down my laws at the door and any
Intro/Outro: repeat 2X Foul cats scheamin up the setup Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up Two in the head, leaded up Call the coroners to make they
to be fly Yo G Rap how you feel about how girls just be on yours Cause you got a fonkee car? A convertible Porsche is what I??¦ striving to drive DJ Polo
"Get down let's see your hands, see your hands! Let's see your hands, everybody, hands! Everybody let's see some hands! Huh? Don't nobody move! Don
Chorus: repeat 2X 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,
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market,
as I steer my Almanetta Chillin on my sofa with a dollar sign-sweater The ruler, controller like the Ayatollah Snack on Renola, then crack a cold Cola G Rap and Polo
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all. We going to swing it like this... I'm right in front of my front steps
DJ Polo, see... (x4) I supply the data, he's the wheel operator We're walking tall and we're called the terminators I'm Kool G Rap, and he's Polo
[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets wearin Pele jackets Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket The boss of all bosses
A letter to you suckers Each and every one of you duck mothafuckers Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her You're tellin' me, yo, so what the hell
[Billy Danze] Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL) We rhyme,