Return of the Don

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Kool G Rap

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[Verse 2: Lord Tariq]

Niggas^✦ know better^✦ than this, a verteran at pedellin' bricks

Caked^✦ up but still hungry,^✦ can't settle for shit

Half past eleven^✦ and the ghetto^✦ is sick

I saw a nigga^✦ from the bricks, sell a reverend a nick

And where I'm from, it's infested with magicians and tricks

And you ain't shit unless a nigga^✦ whippin' a six

Gettin'^✦ 'em sick with many^✦ bitches lickin'^✦ the dick

Runnin'^✦ with niggas^✦ and spics who really^✦ living^✦ this shit

And these young niggas^✦ thinkin' they invented this shit

Because they got a few dollars and his pendant is lit

Shit, I hit the club, 10 G's, spend it and split

"Nigga,^✦ here five thou'" – can't rent him a chick

I ain't rich, but the way we livin'^✦ is it

Venomous^✦ lips gettin'^✦ me chips and gettin'^✦ me trips into^✦ the shit

Infinite^✦ hits, hangin'^✦ with Bloods, and spittin'^✦ with crips

Dump a clip in the clicque and ended^✦ this shit

[Verse 3: Cuban Link]

Yeah, y'all motherfuckers^✦ gotta^✦ stop frontin'

Before^✦ I cock the Glock back and pop somethin'^✦

Not for nothin',^✦ y'all rock, but not enough to lock with us, son

I'm hot, bustin'^✦ like a shotgun pump, my squad don't front

Y'all pop shit, we pop the trunk, so what ya want, punk?

I stomp gone from the Bronx to Hong Kong

You're long gone now 'cause y'all got souped^✦ up like wonton^✦

I drop bombs and murder^✦ beats, burn 'em to the third degree

Y'all heard of me, the first to perform open^✦ mic surgery^✦

Verbally ill, words built to purposely kill

Why y'all herbs still kickin'^✦ nursery^✦ rhymes,^✦ I'm worth a mill'

So what the deal, playa? I write the real and the say what I feel

So grab ya steel tec, 'cause even^✦ when I play fight, I play for real

I'm from the 'villes^✦ where they torch coffins

In front of ya grill like George Foreman

Ain't no talkin'^✦ to the law enforcements

We all be flossin' through New York, walkin'^✦ in slow motion^✦

Four horsemen style, talk loud and get ya jaw broken^✦

[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]

Yo, we walk dead in these streets, stalk with lead in the heat

Guerilla niggas,^✦ willing to kill for the bread and the meat

Niggas^✦ starvin' with their ribs showing, ready^✦ to eat

When shit get hot, fuck the cops, it be Feds on the beat

Not the one to give a speech, baby,^✦ we let metal^✦ speak

Way ahead^✦ of the beef, wet him from his head to his feet

In a pool of red, bloodshed, spreadin' from a leak

Another fool dead, mug red, stretched up on the beach

100 thousand get recruited, General saluted, infinite^✦ guns

Spit for the ones,^✦ shit go down and I'ma^✦ flip for my dunns

Cop a load of bricks in the tons and push a big whip in the slums

The quicker they come, the swifter they plunge

Leave 'em to rot on a dark block hollow^✦ top fifth in they lung

Or catch an ear to ear rip and get hung

For just a single slip of the tongue

Bust 'em, leave 'em twisted and done

[Verse 5: Billy Danze]

Now let me take you motherfuckers^✦ on a wild ride

Which is worldwide,^✦ on the wild side, homicide^✦ side

A lot of serial^✦ killers have died

I'm one of the few with a will to survive

You know this metal^✦ fist nigga^✦ never^✦ choke up

Spit venom in 'em and open^✦ 'em up

The game don't stop, nigga!^✦ 'Til everybody^✦ shot, nigga!^✦

'Til everybody^✦ drop, nigga!,^✦ I will catch your ass five years later^✦

Right there at ya crib, gettin'^✦ on the elevator

Creep up on you like I'm kin to Darth Vader^✦ then unload^✦ the fader^✦

Keep an extra^✦ clip, for that one courageous^✦ neighbor

That got visions of being a fucking Power^✦ Ranger^✦

BLAOW! Motherfucker, see ya later^✦

Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-CLACK

[Verse 6: Lil' Fame]

I bring the beef hardboiled, have y'all shittin'^✦ in y'all drawers

I'ma^✦ show you motherfuckers^✦ the meanin'^✦ of Star Wars

Pop somethin'^✦ straight through ya – grrrrrraadung BONG – BOOFTA!^✦

I don't give a motherfuck WHO YA

The FUCK y'all think?!?

Get this Cuban^✦ Link, M.O.P, G Rap, Lord Tariq, Nore – end of story^✦

Get the fuck off me!

I'll have ya niggas^✦ open^✦ like you drank 20 gallons of Starbucks coffee

THIS IS from BK to BX, Queens, and I'm Uptown,^✦ body^✦ shop

Shotty^✦ shot, God, he shot SIX–TEEN SLUGS

All inside^✦ one hammer,^✦ blow yo' ass out like 16 candles (WOOSH!)

Too hard to handle, check this –

Play large and get one lodged^✦ inside^✦ of your large intestine

Now ask yourself! What the fuck is this?!

M.O.P., M.O.B. – Men Of Business

[Outro: Billy Danze, (Lil Fame)]

(What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?) NIGGA!^✦

(What the fuck what the fuck––) HUH?! Ahh... (Ahh...)

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