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Kool G Rap - Blaze Wit Ya'll lyrics
f/ Jinx Da Juvy [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 down Gun 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 slugs My real killers out on the corner that's seen blood My wild niggaz schemin with snubs, fiendin for grub Eatin off the streets, triple-beamin the drugs The ones that put a red beam in your mug The ones that bug and be in the clubs and hide whips, gleamin with dubs This one goes out to my peoples that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel in back of the spots but chop on the lethal Then pop goes the weasel If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle Lay you down with shots that are cerebral Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal Hop like Kenieval, pass the cops in our Regals Above blowin like diplomats, me and my click of cats Duck 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 that Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at So play crazy and this 380'll twist your cap back Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at Duckin the boys in blue, with jumps in asscrack Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster for niggaz schemin so I'm fiendin to bend your wig over You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over Without a license, gettin brain in a tint Rover But not for nuttin, a frontin dude get popped for frontin Y'all the type to snitch when a cop's comin But that don't stop nuttin cause trust me the cop's duckin A badge don't mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin And I don't think the pig's tryin to get, popped in the stomach Or be worse, layin with they wig hotter than the oven [Chorus] [Kool G Rap] G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks Wheelin the 6 to cribs on hills in the sticks Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin krills on the strip Now we, spillin the Crist', niggaz still with the hits Won't stop until I cop a half-a-mill' for the wrist Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up Harsh killer hold the hammer like 20 bar villains Spit flames like Godzilla, menage-a-trois in large villas Pack the trey-pound God pealer It's a hard thriller mob chiller Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer Y'all niggaz is yard squealers; play around and be a scar feeler A 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 shit Here to rule shit All y'all weak niggaz fall back Brrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here |
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