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Kool G Rap - Holla Back lyrics
f/ AZ, Nawz, Tito [AZ] Yeah.. it's 2G Brooklyn-Queens connection Y'all bout to feel somethin, y'all never felt before Aiyyo G, you know I'm like a trey-eight special I'm close range Fuckin with you I gotta get AK material, banana clip style Let's do this, let's do this [Tito] Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles Federal slugs, the lead'll kiss you Infrared burners'll never miss you All digital, hard physical, spittle you riddle you Priest prayin over your body while you in critical Come in a few, give out a doz this what the semi do See what the Henny and Rémy do BGF, Black Gorilla Family jet, Black Godfather finesse Fifty caliber hole surroundin your chest Bentley blue steel armored cars with boulder baguettes We live in effect, blaze a gun while poppin a Tec Recognize killers, nigga, pop a collar to that Gorilla breed to the death, that's the shit that I rep Code of silence, addicted to havin fattened the violence AK-47 rapidly firin, got love for bloodshed and the sirens Take banana clips to my gun, to keep my shit off balance My 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 cat Pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that) [Nawz] Yo, wavin cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash From rockets that blast, yo we in your pockets for cash Burgundy mask, bullets like a surgery slash Internally burn your staff and dismember your ass Coroners bag from autops' to medical lab I leave you leakin like Carlito watch your memory flash Quicksand for fam, tied a fuckin brick to your hands I'm sicker with the Henny liquor with the clip to your man When it's on it's on, do your moms bodily harm Firstborn'll be your first gone, beef goes on Permanent cash, put you in the tourniquet fast Feed you glass and use you to fertilize the grass Puff green when we fiendin to murder ya whole team For cream, the infrared beams'll shatter your dreams I flatter your queen and rip her right out of her jeans Intervene and it's the homicide scene for your team [Chorus] [AZ] From hideous acts on the one gettin rid of the gats A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that? The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked Niggaz is strapped, half bent, illin, spillin they 'gnac Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick We mob in it, fake niggaz dissolve in minutes It's codes to it, real killers they know music Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it Courvoisier-sippin, this slim nigga stay flippin My ways different, duck when the AK spittin It's more to it, verbal wisely, all fluent In real life this is how the dogs do it Double-edged sword, rep for y'all seein the board See y'all home soon, it's better than seein the morgue So 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 sables Chains hangin down to the navel Brooklyn and Queens connect get down fatal Hold the four-pound stable Won't hesitate to rock a clown's cradle Get put in the dirt like ground cable Found from bloodhound nasals Or deep in the river get found naval That shit y'all spit sound fable "American Me" style, knife in the anal; who 'round to save you? I leave you from waist down disabled Face split like a round bagel Found in a hospital gown witcha crown stapled Wrong one to tangle with, a gym star, spangle your shit Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch Single niggaz out on the strip and bang in a clip Slugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the click A force of habit, for me to let it rip across your attic Never violent with a silent but I toss your cabbage [Chorus] (Beotch!) |
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