Wanted: Dead Or Alive

Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice
You do the crime, you're payin the price
Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block
Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock
If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest
Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest
Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin
But you won't be smilin on riker's island

Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle
This is a jungle where the murderers mingle
This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you
Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue
Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock
With a real nice device that's called a sock lock
Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend
Cause this bus trip is not to adventure's inn
They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates
Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates
Posses will devour, punks with power
After the shower it's, rush hour
So watch your back before you get sacked
These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack
If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n
Cause you won't be smilin on riker's island

C-74, adolescents at war
Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar
They take you out of bc, they now found you a cage
All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage
If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef
And god be with you chief if you got gold teeth
Some try to be hard, front and say i'm god
Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared
(yo call the c.o.) that won't be necessary
He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary
Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom
Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon
Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump
Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped
If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame
And scared as a mouse in a house of pain
So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop
Move your pelvis like elvis do the jailhouse rock
You might be coolin, you might be stylin
But you won't be smilin on riker's island

If you're on a drug tip, don't be a dumbo
Police investigate like columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo
But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing
Whether smilin on the island, or singin in sing-sing
The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile
Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while
So keep your money pilin, keep profilin
Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on riker's island

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[large professor]
Listen
You get upset, when you hear the large professor
On your girl's cassette, deck, expect
Nothin comin soft, cause i'll never throw weaker blows
I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles
Now how's that for a fixin?
You'd better rather go to roy's, cause i ain't kickin science fiction
I kick a size nine sneaker or boot
Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute
The sheik, i get deep, and always leave with the wet meat
Because of my technique, i'm the one you let speak
I collect crops and props like spinach
I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch
My soul brother van paul and pete rock
Keep the funk flowin until the last beat stops
The soul man, can't have you leavin on a stretcher
Probably, have you leavin in leather, i catch a body
From wreckin slum rappers, but to be frank
I don't give a [fuck] i got money in the bank

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[freddie foxxx]
This is the stage of triple-x
When you're sittin by your radio, screamin, "freddie foxxx goes next"
Those beholdin the words of a master
Find mental disaster, as i kick it faster
Whoever opposes me, and what i feel
Might find their legs bein replaced by steel
This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death
So there won't be a lot of suckers left
I grab the mic, and i load it like a long four-fifth
Huh, and dare you to riff
Or even sneeze as i blow you to your knees, have you curled up
In a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease
Spittin razor blades, cuttin veins you can't stitch
I got you screamin like a [bitch]
I took your microphone, you can't get it back
Because your rap was wack
I'm comin fifty strong in an armored tank
And takin money to the bank

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you ro.. rolled.."

[kool g. rap]
Kool g. rap for your first selection, get up on it
To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a minute
Crooks gettin hooked, to my book, just like an addiction
Stop your diction you drop, the science fiction
Let's get specific you can't get with it
I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it
Don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits
You still got a learner's permit
Poppin that [shit], you better sit
Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn
You're missin a turn, so you better get, concerned
My challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, colt
With a silencer, wettin up, suckers i be settin up
Button up, while i'm cuttin up, never lettin up
I don't link up, with suckers with raps that shrank
Thanks sonny, i'm takin money to the bank

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[ant live]
One in the chamber, eight in the clip
Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip
It's ant live, liver and deliveries get liver
With g. rap, and we're the sole survivors
Mc's wanna try me, but can't escape, my clutch
Too much, caught in the ropes, like double dutch
You wanna run up, you better run up light
Cause like a whorehouse shippin out [pussy] tonight
Believe me i ain't goin out like a brick parachute
Or a fruit, or a guy that wears brut
Cologne, i'm violent prone, so leave me alone
I'm about to set fire to the microphone
And leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this
Due to burnt wires it's cordless
(yo ant live make suckers walk off the plank)
Not now, i'm takin money to the bank

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"

("rappers go six feat under") (repeat 4x)

You're scared straight as soon as g rap penetrates
You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate
Run for your life when i'm starting
Suckers are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton
Danger, when i rearrange and change a face, ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got
Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it
Fuck around, the price is more than mcdonald's pays
And you can sing my blues to billie holiday
Put your ass in my path and i'm a blast it
Mind over matter, i burn like battery acid
Terrorizing, sizing up the guys-a
Finger on trigger, when i pull it, a bullet flys in
G's a madman, came from the badlands
Crush niggas in my bare hands like beer cans
Leaving a gash like the new york slasher
Showing my inches in a trench like a flasher
You got a problem, i'm a problem solver
Solve more problems with a .357 revolver
Come near you pay dearly
And i can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearly
On a sole role, the golden mic holder
And i flatten your ass just like a steam roller
Pity for niggas i waste
Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace
I got your ass on target
You got beef? you better save it for the motherfucking meat market
Rhymes choke you like a headlock
If a sucker's asleep, i turn his shit into bedrock
Come on son, get done in
Niggas are running like the redcoats is coming
I enlist punk niggas that want some of this
And what's left is the breath of a death wish

("rappers go six feat under") (repeat 4x)

A pimp that loves shrimps and lobster
And for a hobby i'm hitting niggas up like a mobster
I got a story for each little poor territory
The ghetto glory in all categories
The death threats i received from the head vests
I'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead pet
The troop that stoops to brutality
Giving all nationalities a taste of reality
Kool g rap is here to draw
And any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue
All victims unidentified, so check it
You gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental record
What i use to torture liars:
Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers
So you thought you could last?
Go and get a green thumb because your ass is grass
Eric b. is the undertaker
His pockets swoll because he's rolling in more dough than a baker
Quiet type, but i won't have it
Cause when i swing with the boys i get noisy like traffic
So if you know what i know, see what i see
G rap is down with a mafioso posse
And i'm quick to go stick other suckers
With a smile just like a sick motherfucker
A bullet inside the sucker's guts and
Hit butt and his nuts, we throw him in the hudson
This is for all the non-believers
They receive a gash in their ass from a meat cleaver
Don't even try to get fast
You know the time because i'm 5 seconds off your ass
A nightmare leaving you suckers breathless
You stepping to kool g rap, then that's a death wish

("rappers go six feat under") (repeat 4x)

<calling all units, be on the lookout for a nissan sedan
License plates reads: k-o-o-l-g-r-a-p
Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous
And also, he's wanted dead or alive
Find him...>

I'm wanted dead or alive
I stalk the new york sidewalk
All the girls hawk, but i don't stop to talk
I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline
Got 16 shots and i don't waste mine
Never fess cause i'm dressed with a bulletproof vest
Try to test, i leave a bloody-ass mess
Driving a saab that connects with the mob
Bank job, plenty niggers i rob
Blood stains are on my ballys
A sucker got rowdy, so i shot him in an alley
Pumped his face full of dum-dums
Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums
Yo a lot of suckers hate me with a passion
Cause they know i can catch them one night and i ain't flashing
I got a crazy big posse or should i say a crew?
Of niggers that belong in the zoo
Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up
One in the head, making sure you don't get up
This is what happens and nobody can't stop it
Crackheads searching a dead man's pockets
Streets are filled with brothers that kill like illville
They murdered before and they still will
Posse's roar in a drug war
Cause some believe in death before poor
Shooting galleries, for a rich man's salary
Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories
I got an order for another manslaughter
Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water
I had to run up in the kid's crib
For something he did, i didn't dig, the little pig
Anyway i didn't have it
In fact now the little faggot is crawling with maggots
Try to bother the neighborhood godfather
And i'll burn your ass up like lava
Took alive the suckers that tried to get live
I never fronted, i'm wanted dead or alive

<break:
Unit one, 10-13, suspects in pursuit between 7th and broadway...
This is unit two, we're closing in...
Proceed with caution...>

Here's the plan: shannon, you bring the van
Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand
Strictly army suits and long black timberland boots
I want us all to roll like troops
See now we get the roll on them
Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them
I want him bagged them too
Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew
Shoot a sucker at point-blank range
If he seems like he's acting strange
Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels
And we can even take niggers' jewels
Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness
Survivors try to get live and get with this
Snatch up the top man and start slapping him
And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him
Up and pass no time to shiver
Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river
Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop
The one that keeps getting niggers knocked
Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars
The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars
My man ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe
Two bullets went right through his windpipe
Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath
Left to bleed to death
Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live
Yo, i'm wanted dead or alive

<unit one, officer down, in need of paramedic...
Unit three, requesting back-up
I repeat, officer requesting back-up...
Yo this is unit two
Yo i'm in pursuit of him right now
I got him, i got him, i got him
But when you see him, he won't be alive
Cause i'm gonna get him...>

I'm wanted dead or alive
So you better go and pin up posters
Souls are burning like bread in the toaster
You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure
Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers
Ready to kill some one else and
Cause i'm wanted dead or alive like baby face nelson
Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts
And i'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts
Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder
Plus shit you never heard of
Come in my face with the he say, she say
And i'mma kick you up your ass like pel?one night some kids went for broke
And you can almost choke from the gunsmoke
Somebody got robbed and got fed up
So he set up the block to get wet up
One kid got caught down a dead-end street
Gunned him down from his head to his feet
One brother got smoked in a car chase
Through the windshield, a bullet in the face
Left his head wide open like a basket
Went to his funeral, shot up his casket
This is the type of shit on the street i survive
Yo, i'm wanted dead or alive

<latest bulletin: suspect seen approaching west side highway
I repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit
Roadblock is now being set up
Over and out...>

"can't ya diggit, honey?"
"rated xxx"

For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth,
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
Fillin' all three holes just like bowlin',
Don't ask me what the price is,
But it's more than your battery-operated devices,
And i come fully equipped,
With a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip,
For demonstrations, watch me slam her,
You'll notice the sound of steady poundin',
Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out,
I'm poundin' ya down until your eyeballs pop out,
I'm not your ordinary player,
Because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after i lay ya,
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it,
Or get sent right through it,
Bite your nipples when i lick 'em,
Not gentle when i stick 'em, huh,
I'll leave 'em lookin' like a rape victim,
Any girl who steps to it,
Ends up gettin' their stomach pumped like rod stewart,
I do a damn good job,
That's why -
Chicks are on my dick like a human shish kebab

Only nineteen and over permitted,
No matter how much young girls wanna be with it,
You ain't ready for the bed,
You still got a pussy like isaac hayes' head,
Come back in five years,
When ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinkin' beers,
I'm hittin' hookaz by the dozen,
Makin' ya wetter 'cause i fuck better than your husband,
Givin' ya girl back spasms,
Cause g rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm,
Change the sheets? ya must be kiddin',
Ya gotta change the whole box spring,
I ain't bullshittin', you get hit with hysteria,
Cause i'ma bury a big one inside your private area,
All hell is in your tush,
When kool g. rap push pushes inside this bush,
Anotha homegirl flinches,
But i got inches for all you lil' wenches,
The letter g is better when it comes to the letter x,
An' i'ma talk like sex
Rated xxx

"can't ya diggit, honey?"
"rated xxx"

Some say that i'm nasty plus,
Hookaz are mad because they can't outlast me,
Girl, you ain't too small,
Cause i turn your crystal to one size fits all,
So if you're still confused when i'm screwin',
Let me explain to you exactly what i'm doin',
Exploring your body like a biologist,
Inventin' new ways just like a scientist,
Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist,
While i'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist,
You're so wild i feel like i'm a zoologist,
Stretchin' your shit more than a gynecologist,
I'm gonna twist your ass to death, miss,
And when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist,
G rap is hot blooded, freakin' horny,
Far from corny, come and jump on me,
I'm not small and all, i won't break down a stall,
I drive the ass up the wall,
Nuts and everything are well in shape,
The only thing missin' on my dick is a cape,
Let's get togetha, honey, ya never know what's next,
And i'ma talk like sex,
Rated xxx

"can't ya diggit, honey?"
"rated xxx"

Big girls try to squash me,
But i think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me,
Hit the sack cause i ain't jokin',
Cause when i start pumpin' shit up, i leave it smokin',
So ya betta hold on tight all right,
Cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite,
A stick, a trick, and it kills her,
I'm probably related to long dong silver,
But it gets gooder and gooder,
Every time i grab a hooka and i put her on my frankfurter,
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then i skip,
Cause the only thing i'm lickin' is your ass with a whip,
And it's a real freaky scene,
I'm hittin' girls with their heads in a guillotine,
Why certainly i'm squirtin',
Bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain,
Pushin' your head to the pillow,
And givin' more pleasure than a double-headed dildo,
A big ass gives me a hard-on,
But i fuck bitches with titties like dolly parton,
Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety,
I'll fuck you on the "a" train while i write graffiti,
In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven,
In a cab or the back of 7-11,
Whether you're white and the music you like is rock,
You can come and get some hip-hop cock,
Consider this dick on your clitoris,
But never try to flex, cause i'ma talk like sex.

"cool.." -> rakim (cut and scratched 3x by polo)

[kool g. rap]
I play it kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player
Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer
Kool g. rap, cause to the little i'm an idol
Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title
The suckers panic, but to the ladies i'm romantic
And gigantic, just like the atlantic ocean
As i flow in slow motion
And i be cookin you suckers like tan lotion
The k-double-o-l, g-r-a-p, and p-o-l-o
Would like to say hello to you mellow fellow
What are you yellow? you're hidin like a coward
And i don't allow it, you get devoured
Cause you can't cope, cause i'm dope and you don't have
A prescription, so just walk like an egyptian
My instrumentals ain't up for rental
But come and try em and if you wanna buy em then i supply em
I got the source of an orchestra
But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then i'm forcin ya
You said you're ready like freddie to battle me
But the real freddie's dead and i ain't curtis mayfield
All wise, with four i's/eyes like mississippi
You try to trip me, but i just play it kool
Just like a hippie, to be like g, this is the number one rule
Play it kool

"cool.." -> rakim (cut and scratched 3x by polo)

[kool g. rap]
I just glide, these are the tales from the brainside
With lyrics and the beats i provide they collide
To form a homicide, you get dragged in a big bag
Shell ? ricochet, so watch em zig-zag
Off angle, but i'm in shape like a triangle
I need a sucker to strangle, with my new single
All rhymes are terrifying, you're dying
You might as well be in a cage with a mountain lion
When i hear the bell ring, i'm swingin head level
Burnin your block, my rhymes hotter than red devil
So peel off, like a potato ("cool")
Cause i play it kool like the music inside a elevator
Doc the butcher is a true blue musician
I'm gettin busy while suckers are goin fishin
Or out to lunch, as they munch and they crunch
On a bunch of stellar rhymes, so i just give em a hawaiian punch
And let em stagger, givin em lipstick and they mick jagger
Lyrics are sharper than a dagger
Agony, yeah i'm braggin nobody's baggin me
To the bedroom, your girlfriend is draggin me
I make the hits radios won't swing, but that's ok ("cool")
Hey, cause everything is still kool and the gang ("cool")
Let's party cause everybody plays the fool
But i play it kool

"cool.." -> rakim (cut and scratched 6x by polo)

[kool g. rap]
I play it kool, makin you kneel, squirm and squeel
My name ain't rodney but i'm standin on the dangerfield
And my shows, i bust em out just like a virgin
Cause i get stupid but i'm smarter than a brain surgeon
G. rap is here to bury
So duck mc's, i send em to the pet semetary
Your whole crew turns chicken when they finish
Watchin you die, so please stand by as i fry
You kinda sour so i dip you in some flour
Read my book, it says cook for about an hour
Ring the dinner bell, brain cells are well done
It's time you got a story, don't tell none
So this here is the only i'm sane
So play it kool ("cool) or you'll be headin for the deadpool
I play it kool-er than a band in the north pole
But i never freeze up or catch a cold
Never stiff, i shoot the gift kinda swift
Try to riff, and you'll needin a facelift
Cause i'm a teacher and a trainer, a preacher and a explainer
World's greatest entertainer
I approach like a coach to the umpire
And like live wire i'ma start a dumb fire
This is kool g. rap the principal of the new school
Cause i play it kool

* polo cuts and scratches to the end *