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"

A letter to you suckers, each and every one of you duck mothafuckers,
Your girl puckers her lips so i stuck her.
You're gellin' me, yo, so what the hell you tellin' me?
Now i'm-a show you fuckin' with me is a felony.
I'm crushin. tell you suckers to start hushin'.
Shush, no discussion, cuz i'm-a start rushin'.
The payback, and i attack the pack that's wack.
The black mack: brown like a cracker jack.
Slick and quick. i got pick a bic to stick,
To kick some shit, chicks i dick with.
The one. give up the fun with the gun, my son.
I don't run, i kick mothafuckers done.
It don't matter, i make niggas scatter,
Teeth start to chatter, your head i'm-a splatter.
Arraigned. breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain.
I'm standin' on your blood stain.
Hard to hold. i'm bold, i roll real cold.
Too much soul, dick made of gold.
I rolled niggas to hell; you tried to swell but fell.
Now get well or die like a dry cell.
A rap villain. chillin' and i don't give a fuck about a killin'
Cuz i'm still in effect when you're illin'.
A terrorist. i terrorize like an assassin.
Yes, i'm trespassin', your ass i'm harassin', huh.
Talk is cheap. i'm keepin' ya six feet deep, so don't sleep
When i creep, you'll leap like athletes.
Slammin'. examine what i'm jammin'.
Hey, i don't play -- i burn like a gamma ray.
Labeled prey, played to pave the way. mothafuckers are scared straight...

[interlude for shout outs, leading to a freestyle-like verse]

Check this out...
The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher,
Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya.
Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the
Knowledge is answered.
You're just a kit kat, on some tic-tacs, but i'm a big mac, cuz i'm g rap.
Fully equipped with a hip hop lip, my memory bank is like a microchip.
My bass will give a shake, or if not quake,
It'll make you, sucker mc, wanna jump in the lake.
Cuz i'm murder, homi-cide, color.
Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama.
Weakest, i'll seek her, you become weaker.
My art is the smoke, my materials and media.
So rap alert for ya, devastate the area.
I'll give a grain of your...lyrical mania.
Power source, and a g enforced, your headboards, and they could be rap wars.
So come one or two, 'cept for a few.
Doubles and couples -- and i'll grip 'em like tools.
Cuz boy, you can't handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty.
Cuz i'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger.
Highly explosive, keep out, danger.
Packin' gs while you try to beat me,
But for these mcs who go on and wannabe gs.
What i write is in a smoking section; here's an injection of rap perfection.
So what the heck, you select my dialect.
Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject.
Cuz i could use a technique, smart as an antique.
Beats that i repeat show you that i can speak
Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me.
It takes strategy just like monopoly.
Figure it out:
Kool g rap is about makin' armies and crews look like girl scouts.
Cuz when i start rappin', i keep the people clappin'.
Suckers taht be yappin' won't think that this'll happen...

(yo mcs, all wannabe kanes and chuck ds, skeeze, fs, gs,
Rock shantes, ks, l-m-n-o-ps hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies.
Freeze...catch the wave, later; rappers got the alphabet
But i'm an alpha beta kappa...rappers, they form my alumni
Step to this if you're prejudiced... peace!)

<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 *