KOOL G RAP

KOOL G RAP - Good Die Young lyrics

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[Chorus: Kool G Rap]

Only the good soldiers die young

To stay alive up in these streets you gotsta fly one

Fore the flamers make you famous aimin to ply one

Niggaz is dyin over pie crumbs, the live ones

(Only the good die young)

Only the good soldiers die young

Over chips they'll leave you drippin witcha side numb

Come out the fort with your torches up and ride Dunn

No one survives with a shy gun inside slums

(Only the good die young)

[Kool G Rap]

The bullies are back

Gettin the news that's tragic, feuds are graphic

Moves through the traffic

Break any rules you lose your attic

Who's in the habit of usin the static

Make somethin ooze out your cabbage

When dudes with ratchets, can pay your dues

Stools on the mattress, bruised and battered

Blown out your shoes and your fabrics

With Jakes searchin for clues and maggots

My crew is savage, we carry no dead weight

Bet they hide you when I slide kid

All my tools is packaged, and lose you faggots

Stay coppin them jewels with karats, so who's the rabbit

Trix are for kids, in the buggy eye 6 on the strip

Strictly for big wigs, so tell me what this is

A nigga that's bout his biz, a nigga that don't forgive

A nigga that don't renege, a nigga that bust a cig, rupture your ribs

Front and I'll bring it to you 'xactly where you live

BGF surround the crib, throw a pound to the kid

Hit a fry when the good die young

[Chorus]

[Kool G Rap]

Yo it's a whole city of animals

Cannibals, bloodthirsty niggaz that hammer you

and handle you, shots makin you flammable

That's what an evil man's plan'll do

Vandal you, candle you, dismantle you

Leavin your fam and crew, pan a few blocks

Bodies in camera view, for a grand or two

Land you on channel two

When niggaz can't eat, that's what the fam'll do

Leave you for the mantle, examine you

For the van to come transfer you

Too late to bandage you, too much damage to you

The coroners know how to manage you

Down in they land they planted you

That's what the cannons do, forever branded you

Spare cannoned you, abandoned you, rock you to sleep

Niggaz surrounded you, death wish granted you, fan at you

Went to my hundred shot clip when they flip & throw a grand at you

Peel your shit open like a can of brew

Then they work from the mandible, havin you livin where the salmon do

The good die young, redrum, who left to take a stand for you

[Chorus]

[Kool G Rap]

You ock a hot bet (?) and catch a popped vessel

And shot vestibule; you got testicles

Beef bring a nigga get shot visible

Rock with the best of you; then it's back to the block

The blacktops we open up shop and clock decimals

Fake cops, scrape from the teeth hot for residue

The foul slang liver(?) page, reach for that shit on your waist

Every killer in the place get hit in the face

Turn around, simmer down nigga, get in the safe

What you fear when the shots is blowin; shed a tear for the one

that caught one under the ear inside of his top popped open

It's death for all niggaz that left with the glock smokin

Came in with hot toast and left the whole spot soakin

Fuck y'all niggaz not knowin, we make your seeds stop growin

Guerilla nigga, we keep rhymes flowin

Bust a four pound, man down, found in the lot swollen

Drama brung, all inside the slum, the good die young

[Chorus]

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