Текст песни Kool G Rap f Jinx Da Juvy - The Giancana Story
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[Kool G Rap](Yo!! G Rap nigga) See y`all thought it was a game right?Like y`all ain`t know this was gon` happen? (Jinx Da Juvy)We {*censored*} for life, we known for holdin it downGun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever (word)We ain`t havin none of that, you heard? (word)[Chorus: G Rap + Juvy][Kool] If you about dough, we can get paid wit y`all[Jinx] Wanna ball out, we can get laid wit y`all[Kool] You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y`all[Jinx] Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y`all[Kool] You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y`all[Jinx] You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y`all[Kool] You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y`all[Jinx] You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y`all![Kool G Rap]This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugsMy real killers out on the corner that`s seen bloodMy wild niggaz schemin with snubs, fiendin for grubEatin off the streets, triple-beamin the drugsThe ones that put a red beam in your mugThe ones that bug and be in the clubsand hide whips, gleamin with dubsThis one goes out to my peoplesthat hit the hot blocks to cop the dieselin back of the spots but chop on the lethalThen pop goes the weaselIf niggaz want it, then pop goes the eaglesWe can draw guns and rock like The BeatlesDrop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needleLay you down with shots that are cerebralBefore rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legalHop like Kenieval, pass the cops in our RegalsAbove blowin like diplomats, me and my click of catsDuck when we spit the gat or get your shit twisted back[Chorus][Jinx Da Juvy]That young fella straight from the slums and that`s thatGot kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsackBeen a serious dude, never the one to laugh atSo play crazy and this 380`ll twist your cap backBefore rap, I played the slums where the cash atDuckin the boys in blue, with jumps in asscrackNow I switched over, but still tote the big toasterfor niggaz schemin so I`m fiendin to bend your wig overYou might catch the kid herbed out, bent overWithout a license, gettin brain in a tint RoverBut not for nuttin, a frontin dude get popped for frontinY`all the type to snitch when a cop`s cominBut that don`t stop nuttin cause trust me the cop`s duckinA badge don`t mean shit, when the glocks is gunninAnd I don`t think the pig`s tryin to get, popped in the stomachOr be worse, layin with they wig hotter than the oven[Chorus][Kool G Rap]G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifthBust down a mill` with the click, ill with the chicksWheelin the 6 to cribs on hills in the sticksMetal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spitUsed ta, reel in the chips, slangin krills on the stripNow we, spillin the Crist`, niggaz still with the hitsWon`t stop until I cop a half-a-mill` for the wristRule with a iron fist but still in the midstG Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill upHarsh killer hold the hammer like 20 bar villainsSpit flames like Godzilla, menage-a-trois in large villasPack the trey-pound God pealerIt`s a hard thriller mob chillerDecide your fate like a Tarot card dealerY`all niggaz is yard squealers; play around and be a scar feelerA shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller[Chorus][Kool G Rap]What? (G Rap nigga) Black {*censored*} fam baby, uhh(Jinx Da Juvy) The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? 2000 shitHere to rule shitAll y`all weak niggaz fall backBrrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here