KOOL G RAP - Thug Chronicles

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(feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep))

[Kool G Rap]

We bring the thug shit for real nigga

You know how we do

Y'all know how a nigga bring it

Straight direct at you kid

Like a Don from out of Sicily; under the arm is where the pistol be

Top of your forehead, the kiss'll be

planted ever so soft and gentle but die viciously

Hours of torture, before the torture apply misery

Days before I feel pity to give a guy liberty

Seen him, his pants shitty and eyes all glittery

I'll die a rich man before the FBI figure me

40 stories up, inside a high rise in Italy

No hidden forces, only natural courses deliver me

Gray hairs from the great years, fears never shiver me

Reminscin, how we car-bombed ignitions

of politicians, judges strong-armed to listen

Men turnin up dead, or hurt harmed and missin

Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition

Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks

Music inside the bar stunk

Gettin surrounded by bitches blowin cigars drunk

One of my stonefaced goons'll make your heart pump

Electrocution with cables that make the car jump

The yard punks, that sinned with a life sentence for sellin hard junk

The family, the whole commission

Has been around since the days before prohibition (no doubt)

Mathematics was good then, the slow addition

Some overdosed down a coke slope, a dope addicition

Lookin back on them days, I ran a whole division

Some of the Jake and the state was tryin to throw the mission

They caught a ticket ride to hell with no admission; beyond these tracks

A life of networkin, sippin bourbon and co-gnac

First version observin in stocks and bonds we stack

The chronicles, these are the days of Don G Rap


With, murder on his mind, take it in blood

We takin that aim, and niggaz throwin shit in the game

[Chorus: Havoc x2]

How it feel when we comin at you, these gats blowin at you

Personally, don't give a FUCK where you at

And an unfamiliar face, you know we like WHO DAT?

On point nigga, it ain't goin down like that

[Kool G Rap]

We do our thing, underhandedly still, tuck a mill'

For the family will, mansion and hot wheels in Amityville

Treat a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeal

Break the code of silence, just hand me the steel

For every wrong done, a man'll be killed, there's plans to rebuild

Curtains and drapes, got these Jakes tryin to can me for real

Until then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill

Or catch me laid up in the canope ill

With two mamis handin me thrills; Vivica Fox body Vanity grills

Rubberbandin these bills; tryin to duck the fame and the glamour

Tryin to stay from out the range of the scanners

Not tryin to get my frame in the camera

Avoid tabloids and front pages

Bums get knocked off and bumped for favors

Collect Trump papers with pumps and gauges

Royale suites when I bunk in Vegas

Got homicide searchin the city dump for neighbors

Pinky ring with a chunk of glacier

Copped a spot with a bunch of acres

Some of them got they bodies slumped for capers

Barcaleno hat, ducks and gators

Got a crib full of housemaids, butlers and waiters

My click, from the minor league jump to major

We gon' rock until we jackpot, FUCK THEM HATERS

If we have to run up in City Hall, abduct the Mayor

Any man against the master plan can fuck with craters!

[Chorus x1.5]

[Havoc] Word

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