Live And Let Die

"what are you going to do?" (2x)
"nigga!"
"the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters"
"my mic sound nice, check one"
"the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters"
"sound nice" (cut and scratched)

[kool g. rap]
Rougher than gotti, in tone
Got a body harder than flintstone
Your girl got her skins boned
I'm diggin her down with my skintone
It's brown-er than bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her friends moan
Listen and learn and turn on your tuners if he looney
? ? i break, bang zoom, like honeymooners
I don't want singers, but finger snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when i flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by amoco, you know you ain't man to go
Dead up, head up, so i set up to slam a hoe
I don't give a heck, but i don't peck on a redneck
You wanna pull cards, you're a dead deck, bed check
Lead my from tec, come and step up and get your head red
Wait a sec, you comin to see what's left?
I gotta catch my breath, rappers slayed
Or played like jeff to the left
And none of you nitwits can get with this hit shit
You dipstics, even miss kiss, but no lipstick
I don't run a style but a mile to bust a child
Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like gomer pyle
Hell, i'm ringin bells with a ding-dong
I play you like ping-pong
You swingin on my ding-a-long king kong
I pop bad cops, i got a pig a day habit
Bing bing bang, just like the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your sound is just like a lady baby, maybe
You're old as grady, still in the 80's, metaphors born in haiti
I pop to the top, now the hip-hop glock pop rocks
Whenever it drops, i run over rappers at the record shop
You name your best i'll say, who, like owls
Pass me a towel, and i'ma move my bowels all over his vowels
Bring ten men, then i'll send my venom in em
You ain't gonna win em cause he got a women's momentum
And i don't wanna hear from this queer
Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong here
My rhymes are like the nine millimeter beretta
Cause anything rappers could do yo i could do it better

"the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters"
"my mic sound nice, check two"
"the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters"
"sound nice" (cut and scratched)

You no-frill slow toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My lyrical skills give me pillsbury doughboy
Back, i'm packin em up like jack the ripper
Some pally'll i'm pullin the zipper
Finger popped, the better the batter or flipper
You're out of date, you must be the late show, i hate those
Puttin on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get maaco
Dead-on, head-on collision, bad decision
You wanna see me nigga you better check your vision
It ain't 20/20 money silly bunny your funny
Your ass'll get smashed just like a crash test dummy
Retire, an mc that oscar meyer could take
Some of you wacky rappers just play anyway
That's b-o-l-o-g-n-a
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your style hurt
Hey hey hey! should i say it's fatter than albert
Play at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
Turnin cold, better go and sip on some swiss miss
Inner city, actin like bitties, you're pussy
So here kitty kitty, come get some milk from my hoe's titties
Cross at the green not in between or get hit g
Red light, green light, one two three
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you shoulda let me pass
'fore crash, now that ass is in a bodycast
Everytime i put out my records and tapes
Motherfuckers go bananas like this was planet of the apes
Grapes i bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase tickets
To ride the dick and sit down it like a greyhound
Down with the clowns actin like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even magilla guerillas
Bass in your face, stingin like mace
I'm bringin the right taste, hangin like waist
Pick up the pace

"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't get out of the car, stay where you're at"

Verse one:

Niggaz in the street that i dislike
You better get this right
These days what the fuck is a fist fight
Picture me puttin niggaz in headlocks
When i can lick off shots, and put they ass in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
You're just lookin to get your motherfuckin life took
Cause i can't wait to be a niggaz fate
So while you lift weights, i'm liftin lite-ass nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave nigga
I'll have to kick it to the motherfuckin grave digger
Yeah motherfucker you heard it
Doin all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
Niggaz'll be the karate kid
But i'll be in prison doin a motherfuckin body-bid
So you can take all that rocky shit home
Sylvester stallone ain't shit against al capone
Cause i ain't got no patience or energy
For motherfuckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like i'm soft
Bitch i don't knock motherfuckers out, i'm knockin motherfuckers off
Leavin the scene like machine gun kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin niggaz the runs
Fuckin clam put your fists down and go for your guns

"alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
Get on the ground
Hands behind your head"

"so, so what are you gonna do?
Beat-beat the crap out of me?" no!

Verse two:

You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chill
Cause my glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxer skills
That's how i put a niggaz head out
The murder scene needs more than visine to get the red out
And i don't give a fuck if you know judo
Cause i'ma blow your motherfuckin ass to pluto
And when i blast the trey niggaz pass away
Put in the ground til your silly clown ass decay
So all you niggaz with the jokes
(is everybody ready?) well dibbida-dat's all folks
Cause nigga you don't want the nine to go (boom)
Niggaz like tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when i struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts you'll be another motherfucker bucked
Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots
Hell no, i'm givin motherfuckers burial suits
Your little t.k.o was a.o.k.
My way is r.i.p., niggaz are d.o.a.
Dead on arrival
So nigga you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the mak-11
And those are real shots on the motherfuckin track 7
I ain't kickin niggaz buns
If it's a bitch i'ma wetta you better go for your guns

"yo wassup, what the fuck is up now man?
What?
Where my money at man?
Hey yo, yo i told you i'd see you when i see you
Aww man you act like you wanna fight
What what? yeah yeah alright yeah, i wanna fight" *boom*

Verse three:

Rollin up on niggaz wearin wigs
Cause i got a sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin pigs
Kool g rap's a bad decision
Fuck front page i'm puttin niggaz on television
I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart motherfucker when i blow it out
Straight out your back
Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat
Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up
And put in a box all squooshed up
So motherfucker be a learner
Cause i can't hit or wrestle a niggaz without pullin out my burner
So when a motherfucker want to fight
You fuck around with g and you'll be fightin death tonight
So you don't wanna get loose g
Cause i'm givin more flat lines to niggaz than loose-leaf
So come on bruce lee
Yo i'ma show you who the motherfucker is with all the juice g
So if you wanna intimidate
A nigga like me, great, will make your fuckin head disinigrate
I'm sendin niggaz to bedrock
Look out for the red dot
Or get your motherfuckin head shot
Niggaz are dialin 911
Huh, you little bitch niggaz go for your guns

[kool g. rap]
Here's the motherfuckin magnificent
I'll even bag innocent motherfuckers
See suckers like there was ten i sent
So if you come in my way - great, i pull out the trey - eight
Kool g. rap's your fate, and not your playmate
So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin that shit is dead
Tell it to the motherfuckin mortician
So get ready to let the led out, i'm knockin niggaz dead out
And blowin the back of your fuckin head out
Cookin niggaz better than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, i'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
Because i'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frame
Like they was pictures of a bitch that i divorced
Boss, so come on nigga, get wild and loose
I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse
Even your bitch can get it nigga
I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
And pull the fuckin trigger
Goin psycho like norman bates, g. you better sedate
Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can stand g. rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck with the aids virus
Cause i set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put niggaz to sleep longer than rip van winkle
The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, i'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker than liberace's dick
Good luck, another hood bucked
I kick you so far up your ass i get my motherfuckin foot stuck
See i manage to give niggaz more than a bandage
Blue cross and blue shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage
Cause i'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
And holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers
So if you all over my dick just like a rubber
My rap is so fat, i make ? and ? ? blubber
You better duck, i'm like a volcano when i erupt
You bitch-ass rappers'll get fucked
And you'll be one hoe, like marilyn monroe
Left on death row, because i let the gun go
Bang blow your motherfuckin brains out
But you need more than detergent to get that motherfuckin stain out
Cause i serve more crabs than red lobster's
When i pop shots, i leave lotsa dead mobsters
Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous
You're out of luck and i don't give a fuck what your name is
Boy you better split, cause i'ma house shit
My dick'll be rich if you niggaz
Wants to put your money where your mouth is
Gassed up ass nigga, come set it
Cause when i pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist
But deep down, you fuckin silly clowns know who's the hardest
Niggaz i watered down with the quarter pound
Cause my slaughter sound can be caught around
And found the slaughter town
For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo
Play it again sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
I'm leavin lame niggaz brain dead
Aww fuck it, nuff said

[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
Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk
They got so many corners and they got so many spots
And i can't even bump up the block
Without the, "yo man, what you got?"
I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange
He's lookin for a hit for veins
Or he'll blow out somebody's brains
Even the shorties livin naughty lives
Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
I just found out the candy store's a front
They walk in the candy store
Man g, candy's far from what they want
You might see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
Honey used to look like a winner
Now she can't even get took to dinner
Cause so many dealers ran up in her
Somebody's blood is on the tar
Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody
Broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass
Money got robbed for his bank
They broke in his house and took everything
Except the kitchen sink
Little man murdered on the scene
He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
Granny's damn near pushin 80
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my home sweet home

Three card molly, another man to fool
Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals
I'm gettin frisked by the cops
They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
Up in apartment 3g, this sweetie named didi wants to see me
But yo i heard she's givin vd
Just when you think the skies are gettin blue
Bang bang -- another brother's split in two
Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger
Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her
She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body
Sonny boy is goin on the strip
Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip
Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped
And shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped
A baby is born and needs lovin
But instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven
Cops killin our kids, but they bill us
So what's more worse, the killer cops or the cop killers
Everyday's another risk
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss
No heat, just pots of hot water
I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
Man that landlord is the lowest
Because i let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home

*door shuts*

Every eleven minutes, across the usa
A man is a victim of cock blocking
This action usually results in broken friendships
The following, is an example..

[kool] aiyyo jinx
[jinx] hey whassup g?
[kool] this girl'll be here in a minute
[jinx] uh-huh
[kool] the bitch got a nice ass, and i'm tryin to get in it
[jinx] cool, that's alright, but why you tellin me this shit?
[kool] to make sure you don't mind
[jinx] uh-huh
[kool] chillin out while i hit it
[jinx] naww nigga, i'll just turn on the tv set
[jinx] get paid, hit the skins, get some pussy, get your dick wet
[kool] alright bet, because my dick is hard as hell
*ding dong ding dong*
[kool] the bitch is ringin on my bell

Opened the door, "whassup baby? yo come on in
Here, take a seat, i'll introduce you to my friend"
Now everything is going according to plan
"yo jinx this is debbie, debbie this is jinx my man" (whassup baby?)
I went to the closet, hung up her coat, put up her hat
"yo jinx," "whassup?"
"later nigga, i'm goin to the back" "see ya!"
I took her to the back, closed the doors and i paused..
.. i'm gonna get some drawers
So we laid on the bed and i just smiled
Because i'm dreamin about fuckin her doggystyle
So i'm thinkin bout some hits that i can slip her
*zipper sound* fuck it, i'll just pull down her zipper
Feelin her ass, and damn the shit is soft
"aiyyo baby, why don't you take your shirt and pants off?"
I got the whore ready to let a nigga score
*knocking* yo who the fuck is at my door?
*knocking* now she's annoyed, and boy i got some luck
I cracked the door, "yo jinx, what the fuck is up?"

"aiyyo g man, i just, y'know, i wanna get some water and shit
You know i'm kind of thirsty knahmsayin homey? heh heh"

"what water nigga? go 'head, go and get it" "aight"
"now leave me the fuck alone so i can hit it" "aight thanks man"
So then i slammed the door shut *door slams*
I turned around this bitch is pullin her pants back on her butt
Nah chill, yo he ain't comin back no more
I pulled her pants back down and threw em on the floor *whoosh*
I'm tryin to convince her but the shit didn't work
So now i'm here playin tug-of-war with her shirt *rips* (oops)
Yeah don't worry, that same shit won't happen twice
*knocking* "aiyyo g man, where's the ice??"
Shit, didn't even get my jock in
*knocking* cause niggaz like jinx is cock blocking

"now you know this just don't make no kind of sense"
"blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"
"and for the life of me, i didn't know why.."
"blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"

[kool g. rap]
Thinkin of a bitch i could be hittin, for no salary
So i called valerie, found out the bitch was babysittin
The baby's parents went to europe; and i could see her now
Suckin my dick and lickin my nut like it was maple syrup
She said, "come over i'm alone"
And i was knockin at the door before the bitch hung up the phone
"hey whassup baby? you know i miss you" "whassup?"
Yeah that's some shit you gotta say to get your dick into the pussy tissue
Went in the house and had a seat
The little boy put fifty motherfuckin toys by my feet
Smashin up my ankles with tonka jeeps
I wish this little motherfucker'd take his ass to sleep
Now my leg got crazy scratches
I said, "here, you wanna play?" i gave his ass a book of matches (hey!)
I couldn't even get a rap
Without this little motherfucker jumpin his ass into my bitch's lap
I started rubbin on her curves
But i'm mad because this little brat is gettin on my nerves
I pulled the bitch up by her hair "what's the matter baby?"
"aiyyo, whydon'tcha get rid of little man?" "alright baby"
She took me to a room that was dark "hey, come in here"
I was undressin on the way to get a head start
And then i let the door shut
Lifted up her skirt and started feelin on the whore's butt
Suckin on her titties like candy
Five minutes later had her comin in her panties
Now she's ready for the dick
"yo you ready bitch?" (mmm-hmm) "well first, take a lick!"
Down on her knees is where she dropped
Suckin on and suckin on and suckin on my cock
Bust that nut, that's what i'm hopin
Then yo, all of a sudden, the door flew wide open
What the hell is this about? *child crying*
She jumped up in a flash and took my dick out of her mouth
Yeah, the little nigga's throwin a fit
Talkin about he's hungry and shit
"wait a minute baby, let me get up so i can feed him"
But i felt like takin off my belt and beat him
He already gave my leg a cut
Now the little bastard is fuckin up my nut
She, didn't even get the lead off
So i picked up one of his ninja turtle dolls and pulled the head off
(hey whatchu doin?) yeah motherfucker now we even
Forty-five minute passed, the bitch ain't back, fuckit i'm leavin
I got dressed, and put my hat back on my head (hey!)
"later bitch," "no wait baby"
"drop dead!" "what??"
"and by the way, thanks a lot and uhh..
Fuck you and that little nigga for cock blockin!"

"now you know this just don't make no kind of sense"
"blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"
"and for the life of me, i didn't know why.."
"blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"

[kool g. rap]
So all you niggaz with the helmets and shoulderpads
Stay the fuck away from me, word up
The next time you wanna block nigga
Try out for the jets baby, word up
Yo, that nigga polo's cock blockin like a motherfucker
That nigga jinx is cock blockin
My dancers are straight up roadblocks n shit
That nigga bill blass has been cock blockin all his life
And that nigga eric b.'s cock blockin

[kool g. rap]
Down the subway stairs, straight through the turnstyle
No smile, but i'm waitin in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties, guzzlin forties
We're bout to rob and steal and get real fuckin naughty
One carries a three pound, the other a four-fifth
Both ready to buck and ain't nuttin to be fucked with
It's dark and it's midnight, the police in dead sight
Look through the fuckin tunnel and i see movin headlights
Fuck it i cock the baretta back and put my hood on
My shorties are game, i got the same shit they put on
Impatiently we're waitin for the doors to open
Got on the train we're car from car but not too far i started scopin
Starin at this bitch for a minute
My man pulled out the mag, opened the bag and said,
"put all your fuckin money in it!"
Even the jewelry on the hands
He slapped the bitch up, and she cried,
And begged him not to take her wedding band
Now everybody's in shock, and i'm walking past
The scared ass passengers with the nine millimeter cocked
Lookin for who was next
And sittin by the pole was a old ass man wearin a rolex
I took the shit and hit the bastard hard
Ripped his pants clean off his ass and got the visa and the mastercard
My little man said, "a-yo check this,"
He pointed at this bitch who looked rich, wearin a long pearl necklace
Word to god, she got my dick hard, and that was the truth
So i drug her ass inside the conductor's booth
As the hoe started to shout, i threw her on her knees
And made her freeze and put my dick inside her pretty mouth
All of the sudden i just, nutted
Pulled up my pants and zipped up
She's on the floor with her mouth flooded
Came back out with the iron *gun shot*
The next motherfucker to move, is dyin!
The train came to a stop, and who gets on it
To ruin the whole plot, was a motherfuckin cop
He fired at me -- i fired back at him
God damn, i almost had him
In a flash, my little shorty's on his ass
Got down on the ground, and let the three pound blast
Lead went dead in his chest
Tore him a new asshole, right through his bullshit vest
But the pig was still breathin
I wanted to finish him off, but i said, "fukkit, i'm leavin"
Grabbed the sack hit the track and started runnin
"ohhh shit! more fuckin cops comin!"
So i stopped and took a shot
Hopin the cop got popped but yo i didn't see nobody drop
Headed straight into the exit, and out in the street
Police outside like fifty deep
So i started to creep but i didn't sleep
Spotted this bitch pullin up in a jeep
How sweet! "now get the fuck out the car!"
Slammed the bitch down on the tar, now she needs cpr
But i don't give a fuck, i just jetted
My man said set it, two more detectives got wetted
As we raced down the block
Lettin off a whole lot of shots and didn't stop
Police gave us a chase, a blue and white rage
My shorty got grazed in the face
Another cop tried to let off, i put another clip in my shit
And blew his motherfuckin head off
Stomped my foot on the gas pedal
Sparks are flyin and shit, from the bullets hittin the car metal
So now we just runnin
The shorties and me g, one of the three gunmen
Side by side we're on the highway, and lettin off shots
The three outlaws, against the cops
It's like a fuckin adventure
About four cops got dropped, three motherfuckers got injured
The last of the cop cars pressed up
My man aimed the joint, the hollow points tore his fuckin vest up
I put a slug inside the tire
They ran into a tall-ass wall, now it's great balls of fire
So now we got away clean, yeah
Smilin like a motherfucker countin the green
You can't fuck with the kid
My boy started thinkin back on the train
Bout all that shit we did
Leavin niggaz in poverty
Three black motherfuckers pulled off a great train robbery
Took all those motherfuckers ducats
But hey, what i can say, life is a bitch so fuck it

"when you're on the run from the police, you got two options
Turn yourself in.. or come out blasting!" *boom*

[kool g. rap]
The chase ain't over, the battle ain't done yet
Get your ass out of town before sunset
Bullets you felt got you runnin for help
You gettin struck and my nine is still tucked under the belt
I'm wanted dead or alive, but i'm still standin
Just tell shannon, got the van with the cannon
When i hit, either the nine or the pound spits
I even flipped on a mob i was down with
So i'm packin a mac at night
And blue and whites are everywhere in a nigga sight
So come on, you little pigs, who's the bravest?
Cause i'ma spit on your ass like larry davis
Bumpin em off somethin decent
Jump out slow and drop the cocktail bomb in the precinct
And drop ten with the glock-10 *boom boom boom*
I made another cop spin
Now uncle sam really wants me
But i'ma hit some more spots, then i'm flyin out the country
It ain't about runnin off like a sucker
I dug my own grave out this motherfucker
So i gotta hustle and gamble
But before i split, believe i leavin shit in shambles
It's a long plane ride, but a nigga gotta survive
I'm still wanted dead or alive

I'm turnin the city morgue to a deli
Was in the belly of the beast now the beast is in my belly
I gotta get up more loot
Time to throw back on the army suits and timberland boots
Blast at the niggaz from the east new york scene
I got my man c with me from fort greene
Al capone, d creative g, and peep my man named b
Ready to peel caps like potatoes
Kev and akinyele's on the lookout
Up in the spot, niggaz are crooked out and took out
*bang* there goes a brain *bang* there goes a liver
Ain't no time, for dumpin niggaz in the river
I ain't lovin you niggaz no more
*vrrrrrrrrrroom* it's time for the chainsaw
Off with the legs, arms, and head later
And throw the shit down in the incinerator
Then i'm off with the drugs and ends
Now it's time to get some motherfuckin revenge
To the nigga that stuck me in jail
I sent his momma's fingers to him in the mail
Caught up with his ass inside the 10th floor hall
*bullets spray* painted the motherfuckin walls
Never mind having balls, you niggaz better duck and dive
I'm still wanted dead or alive

Aiyyo jinx, bust em in they motherfuckin face

"i pop in my kool g. rap and polo tape" -> chuck d

They was - straight goin out like a gunner
Because a nigga's wanted, i'm even hunted by bounty hunters
But i'm spittin out bigger lead
They got about a half a million dollar reward on a nigga's head
But i murdered the whole crew
I saw they spirits leave they bodies and i shot at them bitches too
I put the nine to their it's so simple
*bang bang* now that's what i call a holy temple
You put a nigga to the test
But if you fuck with me, then you fuckin with the best
I'm wettin niggaz and i'm fleein g
Cause sing-sing ? ? ? ain't seein me
You gettin zipped up in leather
Cause if your ass leaks once, then your ass leaks forever
To the nigga that threatened my life
Went up to his crib, started wettin his wife
Nigga hidin in a closet
Checked his ass, and made a motherfuckin deposit
Sucker tried to get live
Yeah, i'm still wanted dead or alive