Текст песни Kool G Rap f AZ, Nawz, Tito - The Giancana Story
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[AZ]Yeah.. it`s 2GBrooklyn-Queens connectionY`all bout to feel somethin, y`all never felt beforeAiyyo G, you know I`m like a trey-eight specialI`m close rangeFuckin with you I gotta get AK material, banana clip styleLet`s do this, let`s do this[Tito]Blow the spot like tea kettle whistlesFederal slugs, the lead`ll kiss youInfrared burners`ll never miss youAll digital, hard physical, spittle you riddle youPriest prayin over your body while you in criticalCome in a few, give out a doz this what the semi doSee what the Henny and Rйmy doBGF, Black Gorilla Family jet, Black Godfather finesseFifty caliber hole surroundin your chestBentley blue steel armored cars with boulder baguettesWe live in effect, blaze a gun while poppin a TecRecognize killers, nigga, pop a collar to thatGorilla breed to the death, that`s the shit that I repCode of silence, addicted to havin fattened the violenceAK-47 rapidly firin, got love for bloodshed and the sirensTake banana clips to my gun, to keep my shit off balanceMy heart filled with malice[Chorus: Kool G Rap - repeat 2X]Yo, if you livin thug, holla back (Holla back)My bitches strippin in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let em stack y`all)This one`s for all my OG`s and street scholar cats (All my street cats)And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor catPop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)[Nawz]Yo, wavin cash, gun in the stash, the click on smashFrom rockets that blast, yo we in your pockets for cashBurgundy mask, bullets like a surgery slashInternally burn your staff and dismember your assCoroners bag from autops` to medical labI leave you leakin like Carlito watch your memory flashQuicksand for fam, tied a fuckin brick to your handsI`m sicker with the Henny liquor with the clip to your manWhen it`s on it`s on, do your moms bodily harmFirstborn`ll be your first gone, beef goes onPermanent cash, put you in the tourniquet fastFeed you glass and use you to fertilize the grassPuff green when we fiendin to murder ya whole teamFor cream, the infrared beams`ll shatter your dreamsI flatter your queen and rip her right out of her jeansIntervene and it`s the homicide scene for your team[Chorus][AZ]From hideous acts on the one gettin rid of the gatsA nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that?The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is crackedNiggaz is strapped, half bent, illin, spillin they `gnacCars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmickWe mob in it, fake niggaz dissolve in minutesIt`s codes to it, real killers they know musicEven hoes on the low at the shows lose itCourvoisier-sippin, this slim nigga stay flippinMy ways different, duck when the AK spittinIt`s more to it, verbal wisely, all fluentIn real life this is how the dogs do itDouble-edged sword, rep for y`all seein the boardSee y`all home soon, it`s better than seein the morgueSo what`s the conflict, who wanna Don with this?For the streets strictly we got the bombest shit[Chorus][Kool G Rap]Two violent niggaz sit at the round table, in brown sablesChains hangin down to the navelBrooklyn and Queens connect get down fatalHold the four-pound stableWon`t hesitate to rock a clown`s cradleGet put in the dirt like ground cableFound from bloodhound nasalsOr deep in the river get found navalThat shit y`all spit sound fable"American Me" style, knife in the anal; who `round to save you?I leave you from waist down disabledFace split like a round bagelFound in a hospital gown witcha crown stapledWrong one to tangle with, a gym star, spangle your shitUse your handkerchief to strangle your bitchSingle niggaz out on the strip and bang in a clipSlugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the clickA force of habit, for me to let it rip across your atticNever violent with a silent but I toss your cabbage