1.Hitman's Diary
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three
panamanians
Gold chains, and carryin iranians
Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame me
And shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga damien
Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in
Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium
Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and
From peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal
Drew the eagle, blew about two
And made one of the two see-through, but i still see two
Of his peoples, up in a regal, and they got heat to equal
Shit that got put in beenie seagal, fuck these illegal
Alien-ass niggaz out of the grass
Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast
Fire flashed, i left another one of em splashed
The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave
Went to a phone to hit my nigga big c, swiftly
Yo dig the shit g, these niggaz tried to hit me
Yo meet me in about fifty, with big ash, be movin quickly
I'm about to hit d, put that motherfucker six feet
'aiyyo what happened g？' niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy
'yo as long as you made it kid i'm happy'
We still goin to where this cat be, with ak's all day
Called up my nigga jay, call the nigga damien for me okay？
Make it about 3：38, straight, this is what you say
'aiyyo we fucked up, he got away'
If he play, i'ma split his toupee, we on our way
To this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness
And watchin, horses racin with other bosses
Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned
He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one
Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung
He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb
Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
February 14 in '95, time about 4：45
I'm coppin pies in a highrise
Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies
Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize
Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs
Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua
Arriba, flashed the heat now
She started talkin, seconds later two cubans walked in
Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and
Became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs
But for the poison, tryin to fuckin freemen like morgan
Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin
Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then
The nigga spray, i caught a slug in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, i'm catchin flashbacks of older days
In the small caves, i'm dazed and shit
She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit
Ok bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit
And left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit
Emptied the clip, then replaced it
Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted
Wasted, spirit eras-ted
Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it
The whole place is lit, we scarfacin shit
Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit
One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit
My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted
Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room
And saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it
Left out the front door like we ain't do shit
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
2.One Dark Night
La la la, la la la la
La la la la la
La la la, la la la la
La la la la la
Last night, got caught in a gunfight, i think it was like
Four niggaz clutchin they burners and bustin
But only could see one in sight
The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe
He wanted my life, come at a nigga
With a gun and a knife
He tryin to make the wiped out nigga layin up under the white
But i ain't tryin to go up in no dark tunnel
And burn to the light
And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night
And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe
With one in my pipe
But i'm not one of the type, and i'd rather lose all hung on the
mic
Than to be up in the yard receivin cpr
At one in the night
Now i can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son'll be hyped
And i've played mother nature before
So yo i'm clappin thunder tonight
I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright
Send him to kiss christ, and let my shit slice
In front of him twice
Let one splice, cause fuckin with price, ain't tryin to be nice
I want him on ice, no back home
To a son and a wife
He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice
Nigga was all enticed to lead his life sheist
But none of it's nice
I peeped shit, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright
Instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight
You son of a dykes
With one in the pipe, i'm aimin to light the one on the right
They all deceased, so yo my asspiece
Get hunted for life
Four niggaz cut down, and i can receive one hundred to life
Up in a jailcell, that's crawlin with lice
And runnin with mice
Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice
Slow biz and no kid's nigs
Start runnin my wife
Only got one life, yo get this fuckin, gun outta my sight
Back at the house, after midnight
I'm done for the night
3.Foul Cats
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 bed up
Infrared shit from neck up
Before they got to lit the tec up
It was a setup, my nigga got hit, they blew his chest up
The hollow tips ripped his vest up, son is messed up
And blessed up; call my cast up -- it's time to dress up
Four-fifth and smith-n-wessed up, ready to press up
And fuck their nest up, the enemy is hennessey to sessed up
Actin up, hit my motherfuckin man up
Never again will he stand up, yo big jan hook the plan up
Pull the masks, pull the van up
These niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats
Yo fuck that, i can't see that, where them niggaz be at？
Where they hang at？ where they live at？ where they slang at？
(aiyyo son one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome
gat
This hoodrat know where the nigga home at)
Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone that
This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back
His whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started
cruisin
Up the boulevards and avenues-n, i'm short fusin
And two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losin
We hit the strip pickin up clues and
We on the heels of this nigga shoes and
Out the blue when, we see the chick the nigga screwin
Pushin his whip with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece
To this nig's beefs, this bitch named charise
From east new york, listen bitch, you better talk
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want you
We want your man, you understand？
The hoe said, 'please, i got his house keys, the nigga got
Five keys and mad cheese, a hundred g's'
Lie to me bitch you gettin one of these
Four-five c's in both knees, she said, 'honestly i promise g
I'm not lying,' then the hoe started crying
We hit the road me and my niggaz flying
To the crib in jackson heights, the nigga live three flights up
He type buck, but i ain't givin a fuck
Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go first in case
The nigga buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all started creepin, he stretched out
Up on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my cats standin there
Just peepin, money's about to get laced
My nigga ty threw a glass of whiskey in his face
Big jan ready to blaze the place; he on his way
To amazing grace -- nigga woke up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he knew he was done
You hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one
Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at？
I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room
To heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black
Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain
Went from being restrained to mad 'tane
Less than a moment nigga started zonin
His mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by the omen
His bitch was reachin for the phone and, i had to smack her
With the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin
Cocked back, i had to finish this, know my stee'
We leave no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the premises
Outro
4.Tekilla Sunrise
Killers in spanish villas in sante fe
Eses all about hammer play
Desell marachi, preferred to watch me
It's a tekilla sunrise, over the sky
Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see
Got these from my nigga vatche
How big your blanks be, ain't nothin scot-free
I'm ready to cop three, talk to me papi
Before the shots put out the nazi's
Call off your rockies
Yo pap they cockin back the glocksies
Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to
Mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click
Bread in their fingertips
The sly chick came out with three bricks
From out of the v-6, yeah mami like peep this
Yeah you got that sweetness
This ebony g's to bust open
One of the bastard get the heavenly freeze
I'm runnin with these
Yo hasta luego, amigos
And up and away we go
Before they decide to bring the beef burritos
While they count the fritos
I'm makin my way to the g-s-3-oh-oh
Big bag of the megalitos, three whole kilos
Spot about four vitos
With bullet belts filled up with torpedos
I'm leavin niggaz tore meat though when i draw heat yo
Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo
Mami ？？ con tigo
Showdown at sunset, i'm leavin one wet
Slowly i step, my head sweats, my hand on my tec
I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
Tekilla sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
With open eyes you dead in the desert, tekilla sunrise
I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads
Makin my hand jerk from every burst i gave the first blow
Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes
Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, i swear to god fuck
She could've been a model, coke bottle figure, instead
She bent it just like a desperado, left her hair hollow
Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow？
Some cats behind some cactuses
Clappin hazardous, who these niggaz is with low shot averages
Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks
Of baby carriages, this mexican inside this lex is
Tryin to crash my shit, drivin reckless
Look like he desperate
Pulled down the tinted glass and let the tec spit
It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit
Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected
Bust back two shots
At ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops
That drew glocks, but my 20／20 spot em for two blocks
I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall they doin dew drops
Two more shots came out saloon doors
I'm blowin shit up like platoon wars
Hesitations i got no room for
Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored
Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand
Kicked the can when shit hit the fan
Fuckin around with this g rap the hitman
'this is mary white reporting live from the town of
Seenalojo, me-xi-co, where there are dead bodies
Littering the streets. details remain sketchy at
Thr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad.
Mexican authorities have just arrived on the hideous scene
And will be issuing a statement shortly.
This is mary white reporting live from the town of
Seenalojo, me-xi-co. back to you dick.'
Showdown at sunset, i'm leavin one wet
Slowly i step, my head sweats, my hand on my tec
I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
Tekilla sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
With open eyes you dead in the desert, tekilla sunrise
5.At Da Wake
6.Home Sweet Funeral Home
Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
Cuz fuckin' wit the pap'll get your arms folded
So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're
shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
Cuz fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms folded
Who bet they best against mine？
I press the west and let the vest protect mine
Led crimes that head the headlines and spoke cake times
I used ta catch shines
Rockin' when i see you next time
Neva but greater threat, i make mine
Soon as i let the infared shine
Everybody know it's hit the deck time
Don't go against mine
I make a whino bleed red wine
Sometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mine
Get outta line, so i give em deadlines
Even disrespectful respect mine
Light weighted but i rep mine
I don't lift weights, but i bench press a tec 9
I'm known for holdin' big shit
The last time i showed the biscuit
I made this dude sweat enough bullets ta load a clip wit
When cops drop warrants and try ta get me bagged up
All they hear on they walkie-talkies is 'i need back up!'
Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage
captured
I roll wit more niggas than slave masters
Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' like they holdin' weight
I froze the gate, walkin' across the seas like a moses maid
Approachin' rappers, me and g rap be the rapper clappers
Shotter wit tecs, we break y'all down like y'all common factors
Steady heat, that's when the juvy proceed
I'm makin' rappers bleed off this rapilism, my feet
I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers betta code in my name
The juvenille strait from brooklyn, wit the slugs of the same
So play you're position, stop it, i makes you grab their
attention
Like a magnet ta somethin' metal, so y'all blinkin' and flickin'
I'm takin' over for the 9 era, it's now or never
Cuz when i get in the door, bringin' drama cuz my rhymes is
betta
Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
Cuz fuckin' wit g rap'll get your arms folded
So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're
shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
Cuz fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms folded
Euology preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta finish ya
Bust shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige ya
What cops got the image of, made em block perimeters
They ended up, back in forth beef i walk the streets, neva be
prisoner
My lawyer's a close friend of the senator
You was full of shit, you shoulda took a enema
It mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin' your street into
a cinema
Swingin' gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, i'm him
and em
Max wit hundred gats and i'm the minimum
Sendin' em, but sick of all this, i take a step back
And spit the torris in yo moms and chick won't trist ta hit the
floor is
Makin' em clip the forest, it's g scar fold
Turnin' yo body weight ta cargo
While i stretch ya, ya bet ya'll lay fall go
Harps played in the dark like he was harpo
Get ya hit quicker than carlo, gambino
Rain on cities like el nino, live well in reno
Scoffed for the card he is in bossolino
Scammin' the profits in casinos
Knock wigs off like therapy wit kimo
7.Mobsta's
I dreamed that i was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck g？
That must be bugsy, in the black tux over there with lucky
Bring my heater, niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug me then turnin around i peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
'compliments of bugsy,' then took me across the persian rug to
plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
But he dug me, pockets chubby said, 'nino where them drugs be？'
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
To keep my paper sturdy, yo word g
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me？
I be d and fuck all that living thirsty, so nino
Do his out in jersey, showin no mercy, with frank nitty
Who else and, some nigga with a babyface that they called nelson
Bad for your health, machine gun kell' and your dillinger
Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder
Look for my army, fatigues to giorgio armani's
Holdin the tommy, no one can harm me; will and tommy
Tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami
Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
With bugs mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
Over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
At the train po' in santo domingo, left him for dead
Two bullets in his tango, like how that movie shane go
Frank costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow
But most of the niggaz on his team was yellow
Cold blooded veins flowin with red jell-o
There's joe adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
To put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the pocahontas
Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old
timers
Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no
To veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo
Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go
Without ever lettin the whole police force know
Lex diamond was scheamin on capone's scroll
Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out
They shot him at a pay phone
With the big chrome, his whole wig blown
Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc
Family got hit up with automatics
Non-stop static inside the rackets
Jack mcgern was burnin split joe adonis cabbage
The underworld was goin savage
Pretty boy floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
With the infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with
Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to
goodfellas
Me and nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us
We drove all over, i pushed a shiny yellow testarossa
Moved on it closer get the toaster
Started to feel like death was closer, i hit capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur
Beef over, i blew him like a supernova
Niggaz nicknamed me, the black cobra
The lady casanova, yo i'm even deadly when i'm sober
Act like you got a chip on your shoulder
And blast the two right through your boulder
Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya
Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the folgers
Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor
Operations from here to minnesota to dakota
But yo here comes greasy thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
He whispered in my eardrum
'let's take over the entire city, and split the dough
Me you and frank nitty and siegel and that'll make the bank
pretty'
No doubt before we go we gotta murder john torre
Yo get all his territory dough and end the story yo
8.Let The Games Begin
Yo i come in the form of danger lurkin
Blastin the mad streets and merkin
Shot at strangers from out the ranges and suburbans
Curtains for anybody perpin
Leave in a hearse for certain
Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans
We roll a ？durbin？
All in this dirt, puffin the herb an'
We bring the verbs in
Double action's loaded with germans
Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun fights strike like a serpent
People nerves jerkin
Lay down any person
Strictly for just talkin rehearsin
The skills remain tight as holy mary the virgin
Slowly carry the burden
So we varied the shit you heard an'
Hit you with the different methods and versions;
We simply,
Let bullets rip until the clip is empty
Get laid in your tracks as if you was ？？
Hit you like jack dempsey
The mac packin mc, with gats clappin like an m.p.
Over your friendly wimpy, frame like an m.d.
Blow you until your block's windy
Be on short of a shot frenzy
My glocks don't stop til the cops hem me
Blow holy hollow tops in me
Hazardous shit - guns is accurate
Sendin niggaz to meet the king of nazareth
Playin me close has a risk
I bash clicks like they was massacres
Blast the tear gas, thinkin i'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist
Chorus： kool g. rap (repeat 2x)
Yo let the games begin
The tec and mac-10 flames begin
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins
Hammers to firing pins
Me and my kin be makin you spin
The lord or the devil takin you in
It's the corona queens apocalypse
My block is hit with the dark eclipse
Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips
The rap's apostle-ist, niggaz to loch ness
Large as colossus is
Mumblin shit get shot at the esophagus
A thug saga novelist
Sex in this rap shit monogamous
Rainin like the drop is while you be topicless
Blow money monopolist - do it for eons
Shinin like it's, neon - heart colder than freon
Decidin which mc to pee on;
Baby cause that's the shit that we on
Niggaz go to warrick like deion
Put the g on
I analyze guys with montana eyes
To vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise
Cut em down like samurais
Kickin that real shit that you fantasize
Niggaz step aside or recognize
G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel that
Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back
Battle-actin rap shit'll put you in back of a cadillac
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts
Red roses on a dead foe
Layin in wet clothes from head blows
Your whole brain be exposed
Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws
None of my victims ever bled slow
Stiff as al capone, that's how it go
Chorus
9.A Thug's Love Story(Chapter I Ii Iii)
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick
It's like some shit straight out of a hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the chick up at saint nicks
Honey was thick, i was the first nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how loose i get
I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair with, have an affair with
？ flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip
Probably had to get with her man and shit
Later on at night, i'm stressing love at first sight
Some ain't right, i ain't the type of cat like me
To be dealing with mad feelings
And even though mami was mad appealing
Body revealing and big wheeling
This shit is illin, i don't like it
Fuck it, i can't fight it
I reaching for the cordless to call miss
I insist to get with this
Tan tone answer the phone, 'hello, who this？' (chick)
'it's me baby, g luciano, what up lady'
'fine and how you doing boo' (chick)
'ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing
through
'we could sip on some champagne from spain boo'
About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, chanel bag full of benjamin franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a saint
Went for a drink ？ hot shots
Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove
My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when i awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the poconos
Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet
Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets
As i was speaking to this half black／latin freak
Met on a manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
I was getting open, started laughing and joking
We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and
Said what the deal is, the realness
My man is crazy as bruce willis
If he catches us, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of kiiers
Me no worry, i got the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter one
Word
Shit is real in the field
Thug love story
So here i am
Laid up in this lavish house, up in the poconos
With this chick i don't even really know
Steady stressing me how ill her man is
So what i go and do, heh-heh, i nail her ass to the bed anyway
Straight twisting mami's back out
Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep
Clothes still on, breath smelling like henrock
Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man
I guess it's just another one of those g rap adventures
The next day about a quarter to eight
I heard a squeek on the staircase
Got the gat from under the pillow case
Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good thing i slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen
I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking
The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing
Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and
I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash
Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the balcony like a falcon gee
With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony
Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth
Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it
We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled
Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel
The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill
In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these gees
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these
Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped
The other six started to pop, i feel something hot
I think i got hit, my jacket is ripped
Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this rover by a log cabin, we got our as in
Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin
The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat
Pulled over the jeep get it in
And took a rest stop at the river bend
We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering
Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom
Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound
Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb
Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda
She rode the dick like a honda
I took her to the point of no return like bridgette fonda
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm
My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, i shot jism
Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism
I thought about the realism
Niggas coming and bring they steel with them
I got just the thing to deal with them
Nickel plate mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed
Push a niggas whole head back, so i snatched that
So quick spread out and play the layout
Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out
Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something？
I'm a little worried baby
Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Ok
Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money
You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever
And we gonna get out of there, alright？
Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito
Alright, grab that bag money
Let's do this, baby
After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random
Five hundred grand is buried in the sand
We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, i'm counting the
dough
She packing her clothes, had her lexus in the back of the rolls
I saw the keys, i grabbed the g's, we on and took those
Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's
Tinted windows, a ls ford double o
Told the chick, yo you moving to slow
Speed it up baby, we got to go
And get this plane and hit the caymans
With the payment, somebody came in
A platoon of goons with heaters aiming
I drew the mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and
Slugs spraying and blood raining, i left about seven thugs
laying
But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and
Put the heater to the chicks brain and
I let my two guns drop, they got the drop
They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot
Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot
Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish
Thinking he's out to take advantage
So we're out in the fucking atlantic
With no lifesavers and stranded
Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore
Said, 'amor you won't be pretty no more'
Took us on a tour, down in the deck
Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet
Saw this nigga there, holding the tec
Ready to wet, i'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed
We up beside a horrible mess
I saw a box with the letters on it s.o.s
So i took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest
Took the tec from out his hand, now i'm ready to bless
The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest
Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left
Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath
Caught my breath, i seen honey down on the deck
Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms till her soul finally left
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death
A real thug lost the only women he loved
And i bugged, busting slugs at the stars above
Word
10.Da Bosses Lady
(scarface excerpt) that chick hes with....she like me. oh, she
likes you
Huh？ how do you know？ the eyes chico....they never lie. what,
are you
Serious？ yeah, i'm serious....what do you think？ man, thats the
bosses
Lady, you're gonna get us killed. the bosses lady？ fuck you
man!....the
Bosses lady...huh...that guys soft....you got some of that for
Me？...would you kiss me if i wear that hat？
Verse 1 (kool g. rap)
I had to have her, since my first glance at her
Pimp stance at her
Watchin' men throwin' banjamins and grants at her
Bottles of italy and france at her
Advance at her, spit romance at her
Champagne glasses chatter
Ass fatter than that actress up in family matters
Lips thicker than mick jaggers
Dick so hard the shit could stab her
She pushed a sick jaguar
Paint shined like it was black lacker
She carried a small gat for back up
Whole shit spectacular
Peepin' out her frame, walkin' in back of her
She had the hour glass shape
Had my blood flowin' fast paced
Past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape
Mad papes, i could tell by the way she was draped
Her sex mate's caked up like drake's
He's got the crib by the lake
Wanted by the jakes
For takin' powder weight outta state
They straight sorrounded his crib with tower gates
Garden lookin' like a flowered wake
Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour
Sex, money, and power, pussy good enough to devour
I hit her up inside the marble tiled shower
Then snapped back to reality
He said her name was valerie
Dont fuck around with that ho, a nigga's on the salary
Pockets too low calorie
Her man will get his cavalry
And straight turn the town to a shootin' gallery
Chorus - off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife,
cross his
Life just to floss his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice,
torch
The night, if the thoughts is right, bodies could get lost
inspite
Repeat once
Verse 2： (chameleon)
The bosses lady, i cocks the four-fifth and holds it steady baby
My man ships more weight than the fuckin' navy
Out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine
You crossed the line
Fuckin' with the bosses devine
Ay yo, his mans, they commit crimes
Found out you tryin' to fuck with his dime
You layed your life on the line
But the cards are in my hands
I love this rich man, and fuckin' you is not in the plan
I'm out to get grands and live on my own land
So why fuck with that help？
I'm livin' in wealth, you under his belt
Hourglass figure i know you felt
Wonderin' how the pussy smelt
Lavish taste will have you livin' in debt
Fantasizin' 'bout his wifes sex,
So how could you disrespect the man
That supplies the cash for your checks？
On the low 'cause you know he blaze tecks
And you fear for whats next
Your life is in debt for tryin' to get my pussy wet
Realize the bigger picture
I deal with bigger figures
I got no time for affairs with the average niggas
Keep the lustin' to a limit
'cause ain't no benefits in it
Too much to lose if i let you hit it
You know the force is deep
And you wanna creep
Thinkin' how sweet it would be if i just let you eat
But to the boss yo, i gotta stay true
The chump change won't do
So me with you isn't happenin' boo
Verse 3： (both)
(g. rap) i like ya style, kid you get wild
Let the chips pile
My clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who's big
now
Barkin' on shit like a (？)
Lame chick you got this shit foul
We got the big bricks shipped in from miles
While i'm whippin' shit with 6 plus 6 valves
Makin' millions off fiscal
We regulated,
Boo i guess you haven't heard the latest about these new agents
Stackin' outrageous
(chameleon) yeah, i heard about the way you flip birds,
Got these niggas standin' on the curb sellin' cocaine and erbs
You and my nigga exchanged words then parted ways
You swore to god all day
Your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded
ways
(g. rap) straight gave him a harp to play
(chameleon) i peeped your resume
(g. rap) you with me angel？
(chameleon) yeah, no doubt, but i should bang you
Chorus 2x
11.Mafioso
Verse 1：
Who macks the most shit？ smoke ya whole clique like roach
spliffs
Who's ro's drip enough to hold drifts and float ships？
No mo' shifts, i hold enough chips to toast criss
It's g. rap, the cat thats on your wanted most list
I wrote this so you could sweat this and soak this
Make you lose ya focus with raps stronger than coke is
We're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like posters
Left for the vultures, we dt's pickin' up cultures
Three-thousand volt ya just like the thrid rail
And if you heard shells a herb fell
Swift with the words well
Jakes on my dirt trail
Kicked up enough dust to hurt cells
Swerve in sl's, niggas feel me like my shirt's brail
Curve the jail cell for jakes that wanna h-block those
Niggas in paco's keep the blocks froze and the shops closed
Where the pot grows, young cats coppin' the drop roves
Get the nacho's, and no cops show when the shots blow
Shit's red hot though, the streets remain flooded with d's
Bundles of ki's to maintain a hundred degrees
The main crime wave
We handle the beef in .9 ways
Get your mind grazed
My teck-nine sprays your spine blades
When it gets too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays
Put all you cats in cradles if you crave divine ways
Diamond ？？？ rays blindin' you with my shine glaze,
Unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase
Chorus - wanted for ？？？, major operations, distribution (g. rap
is down
With a mafioso posse) wanted for ？？？ major operations
distribution,
Rackateerin', prostitution, and paid execution
Verse 2：
My corporation's body casin', watch where you pacin'
Thug orchestration, this is live niggas you facin'
We paper chasin', for that million baby we lacin'
Fifty caliber gat embracin'
Leavin' you wit' legs without sensation
Who's full of malice？ what thug's the wildest？
Act childish and get your body sent to a stylist
Who live the foulest？ be grippin' cannons 'till my hands is
kalused
Pile this paper longer than malice from ney york to dallas
Purchase a palace, sip collatas with the whole brigata
Bodies get dropped while i attend the opera
Land on casino roofs in helicopters in las vegas nevada
Can't stop until i got a casa up in trump plaza
929 mazda, foreign chicks talkin' with accents like they sza sza
Cream like iri amin dada
Thug saga, slugs burn you like they lava
You and ya bimbo get hit up through ya car window
Creep on your benz slow and let ten blow
From out the darkest shadow
My aim's straight as an archers arrow
I'll spark this barrel
Hit my target even if the mark is narrow
Lay you like a pharoah
With fragments inside your bone marrow
Get your wig flown just like a sparrow.
Chorus
12.Thugs Anthem
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ？
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ？
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula
Before i have to send these busters, just to warm you up
Man, homicide be looking for whoever tore you up
Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners
I can roll up all by myself and make a street close
Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose
Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow
You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low
Free to go, deeper than six feet low
This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die
Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we
minimize
We send ？ chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs
Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies
Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live
Chorus
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ？
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical
Magnifico, money making myth in mexico
You try to fuck me, yo, i'll bust you in your cherry whole
Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo
I felt the graces from the highs to the very low
One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes
Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals
Congressionals, street medal, award winners
Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet
tomorrow？
What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker
Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye
Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why？
While your souls floating over me, you owing me
You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me
Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty
Another faded memory, that's awful bee
Cuz i'm still breathing steadily
You think that pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up
And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up
You pointedly regret, i'll blaze you and your family up
You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties
up
Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't
Information's not to be given, making sure you won't
Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes
Atf here, but scared to get close, like in waco
Nickel plate pros made men who make those
My red eye don't ？ but best believe it shakes those
Reflex reaction if i hear you disrespect the fashion
Fuck these niggas, like menage, giving them double action
Up to no good fellas, making out a faux pas
Savage niggas, turn your cabbage into cole slaw
Using my dome, causes to notify your next of kin
The snitch you looking for, he's in the trunk i left him in
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ？
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ？
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
13.Da Heat
14.Can't Stop The Shine
Don't you know that g rap's straight thuggin
And you know you can't stop the shine
Uhh, uhh
Kool g rap, underworld, illville
(whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do？)
Whattup, whattup, whattup
Uhh, uhh
Daddy bigbucks, got the forty-five cal' tucked
Giovanni style tux, see the cristal erupt
Be up at the bar what？ diamonds, carved and cut
The sluts get starstruck wonder if the car's what
The new bm, rimmed up, the navigator truck
Feet be like skinned up in only gator stuff
For fly mami get hemmed up, she got the jada cuts
These cats pushin they lens up, they can't hate enough
They countin what i spend up, already made enough
To live plush, you must eat out a fat plate of mush
Got what you lust, the bulgari smothered with slush
Yours covered with rust, diamonds studded with dust
Mine flooded with crush, rides big as a bus
Thirty-two plus, what can you and your crew do to us
But look in disgust, plot to seize the shinin sea
From coppin the v-t-w-e-l-v-e
Pissed off at g's but we don't believe in knockin knees
We cock and squeeze, and leave some shit shot and breeze
Attractin these chicks mixed, black and japanese
And slappin these nitwits, with fat stacks of g's
Bag your rat, she should lack, grabbin the back of threes
On her knees, see more semen than all the seven seas
She goldminin, lookin for new fashion designin
Rings with rocks blindin cause my world started shinin, uhh
Chorus： missjones and g rap
Sippin wine from up a little grapevine
Too much ice up on the wrist to tell the time
Yeah, chicks of all kinds, mad concubines
Will you cock the nine and sneak me from behind？
My jet leaves, down to the beaches in the west keys
With jet skis, only sex g's, with s-e's
And lex g-s-3's, cheese to bless g
Baguettes be the ice makin my neck and chest freeze
Vietnamese, tibetan g's with wet beads
In sets of three, breasts in 3-d that slept with me
The sexy, beauty of the week of the ？ g's
Bangladesh g's, on the other side of the red sea
The lefty, sippin remi inside the pepsi
Jew-els shinin, holdin down what you fell behind in
Mink shit with silk linin, penetrate right through
Your hymen, handle a nine like i'm lex diamond
Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get those
Fly clothes, slip those, spot foes then we hit those
The whole click glow, click the sickoes
With the chick-o's, hit the ones with the six-oh's
Hollow tops spit those, let the dough pile
Leave no profile, drama wild leave you layin castellano style
With ？ llama cows, whole click be kinda wild
On a mission, get the death kiss end up missin
Chorus w／ variations to end
15.Cannon Fire
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
Nawimsayin？
These streets is a habitat baby
Word up
Pito
In the garden of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
Just games that's played at high stakes, the next guys wake
Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late
The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate
Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
A fly facer get they thighs scraped
And little pus that's why raped
A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the fbi tape
In verse of the state
Lost the case and gotta fry date
Ninety ninety eight, day of july eighth
Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
Live in the skyscrapes
Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
Where they can hibernate and operate
Impregnate, so ？？？
Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound？
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound？
It's like a time bomb you hit vietnam ta saigon
Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads
on
Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit
electrons
The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet
moms
Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
Yo
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound？
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound？
For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast
dough
They splash foes, red as tabasco, they lay your asshole where
the grass grow
Runnin' wit armies like they castro
Them donny brasco's get johnny doj around they last holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last
clothes
The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas
stove
That's mastro's cats in the astros
Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though
And pass mo'
Stash rolls, count em like math pros
And crash low soda, popo's don't step all up in they path yo
Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the
gas low
When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow
16.Outro
17.Daddy Figure
(talking) whasup girl？, i know that ya man and all but yo, what
you see
In that nigga？ you need to get with a nigga like me, for real,
does he
Got one of these gs-4's？ navigator system and everything, word
up....
Chorus - (singing) thats all i wanted, was someone special,
someone
Sacred in my life, baby won't you be my daddy figure......
Verse 1
I regulated you from fake dudes to lake views
Minks with laced jewels
Nails, hairdo's and facials
Placed you in snake shoes
Did it up right, took the six night seven day cruise
The beige creludes
Your pockets stay full, upgraded you, made me wait too
I made you my suede boo, main chick, wifey and angel
Put ten karrots on your wrist, five on your ankle
My whole angle, allow you in my triangle
To shine and twinkle, eat steak off a platinum single
These other cats is rectangles, they sweat bad girls
They bullwinkles, tricks of rip van winkles
But now you mingle with a real cat that gets the pringles
And all you gotta be is thankful that we can see the sea food
menu's
Push whips, hit all the venues
Fly gear sharp as ginsu's
Stare at the other pairs of gym shoes
As long as you continue, to keep it genu
Never pretend to, i know its in you
The true mommi, jigged out female armani
With tight nani, sippin' on cristal and donny
Roll with mad parmesani
Pretty the most, no lactose, had to play you close
Fataly attracted like glen close
Made other men ghost
Staright overdose of high post
You rollin' with me, rich mans wife live your life in luxury,
Deluxe vp's
Hologram covered t.v''s
300 e with the cd
Sip martini's in tahiti
Jamaican rum inside the kiwi
Play the major leagues, them other cats is pee-wee
They see me and you boo, plush cribs in malibu
I'll profile with you, push my whip a mile or two
You can have it all 'cause i like the style in you
All you gotta do is be real and stay true
Chill in the jacuzzi with the g tatoo by ya lap boo
We can run around and act fool
Your daddy figure, the one that got love for you kid....
Chorus 2x
Verse 2：
Yo, we could sip ale on rocks
Sail on yachts
Rock the rolex watch with hail on top
Boot knock, eat lobster tail on docks
Cristal inside the ice pail dont stop
Drop top, sel, cell on lock
Gift shop, come out of bloomingdales on cots
You think not？ you could see though
Go from moschino to tuxedo's
As long as you only fuck me though
House with the twin gazebo's
Ceelo's, with the champaigne orders by the waters of puerto rico
Peep the live show featuring tito
Rockin' your fly donna's
Private jet to the bahamas
You still knockin' all the mommas
Premadonna on the set
Mad fly jewels around the neck
Cut perfect
The linen skirt set
Didn't even flip the long sable fur yet
The iced out burgette with the matchin' purse set
Five thousand when the shanelle was purchased
Strictly for the purpose
I stress you to roll with mine
Lookin' live
Close from a day old drive, push a five
Jet ski drive, skooba-dive
Live not survive, tryin' to keep it alive
Watch the sun rise, clear blue skies
Too fly
The sunshine got the ice blindin' your eye
High priced merchandise shipped over shores
Seven karrots out of paris on the concord
With a fine broad
Bottle of wine poured
Bungalos
Bundles of ones with o's
Braodway shows, fly condos
Sweet as pendinico, tiger skins albino
Live with tony bennet on piano, white lacker combo
Me and you cat, yo, we can see that, you in the new spider
Me inside the navy blue viper
With the pipers, covered in some silk fibers
Millionaire type of wife to, brighten ta life up
Got you under the wing
Maybe run you my name
Everything one and the same
Your daddy figure who adore you
Spend for you
Bend for you
Hurt up other men for you
Down to bust around for you
Stick somebody in the ground for you
Kid, i'll hold it down for you
I'll catch a round for you
I'll lounge for you
You know the deal, i love you to death just keep it real yo.....
Chorus 2x
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