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Kool G Rap f Joell Ortiz

The Giancana Story

274 3 часа назад

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Giancana back at y`all niggazThis shit is bigger than killin the PresidentIgnor-Entertainment up in this motherfucker y`all[Verse One]It`s nothing! Infrared beams laser the placeTwo straps, radiate at the waist, I`m a marksmithThem things bark man, sprayin with hasteShit razor gladiator your face, soakin your stripHoodied up, loc in the whip, pokin the clipArm extended out the window, chokin the fifthLegend or myth seek a Taliban, hit BabylonDon`t misinterpretate the smile of a Don, I`m fowl as a swanGet at you, spit at you with ya child in ya armsClap at your bitch, full semi`matics eclipseDisplay rage like an evil omenTrust me in the backseat when you drivinI`ll pop your fuckin cerebral openTake position when them snakes hissinEnd up nickel-plate kissin, out of state missinGet gravelled in the battles and wars, rattle the fourCause cattle when you rhyme big you sound like you horseLet`s do it[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]It`s nothing! Dudes`ll talk like they killersBut they eyes can`t disguise the fact they really fear usIt`s nothing! Them big rims on the truckThat slim hoe that you pluck? That flossin`ll get you stuck dudeIt`s nothing! This ain`t your ordinary rapIt`s extrordinary scrap - Cris`, pour the Henny back likeIt`s nothing! (What`s my name?) G Rap, GiancanaNo throwbacks are fitted, we own rap and spit likeIt`s nothing![Verse Two]Five star general ranked in the game I don`t respect y`all seargeantsI wreck you varmints, eject them comments, and wet y`all garmentsI bank sure as the flames from out them Texas orangeKeep fresh hoes in flesh and bondage, collect and garnishThis ain`t a threat it`s a promise; give you a hospital bedand a harness, reps get tarnished if you don`t hit that deckfor homage and beg for your pardon, G Rap head of the squadronKid be sent to alarmin; you flipped and stepped out of marginYou infuriated the Gods and the stars andThe sky`s bout to thunder, you low-life come out from underAbout to heat your winters and drought your summersOne right up on your fort, forty-five Colt buckin the horseGive your body your nuts in divorceDick in the dirt, you flip to the earthCheck where the hit tip grippin the shirtGet a flashback, flick to your birthIt`s war for you mo-rons, we wave four armsDraw with arms, more arms and more arms and more armsG Rap Giancana that raw Don made my bonesWhen I was a young buck I played with chromeBlaze Stallone, get your brains blown, grazin the domeGet my stage on, the rage is on, my nigga.. Yo chill G[Chorus]

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