Roots Of Evil

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

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

[kool g rap]
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

La la la, la la la la
La la la la la
La la la, la la la la
La la la la la

[kool g. rap]
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

[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
Nawimsayin?
These streets is a habitat baby
Word up
Pito

[verse 1]
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

[chorus]
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?

[verse 2]
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

[chorus]
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?

[verse 3]
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

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

[kool g rap]
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

[g. luciano]
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


[kool g. rap]
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


[g. luciano]
Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something?

[mami]
I'm a little worried baby

[g. luciano]
Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright
Everything is gonna be alright

[mami]
Ok

[g. luciano]
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?

[mami]
Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito

[g. luciano]
Alright, grab that bag money

[mami]
Let's do this, baby


[kool g. rap]
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