Roots of Evil
A Thugs Love Story (Chapter I, II, III)
Kool G Rap
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[Chapter II Intro: "G. Luciano"]
So here I am
Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos
With this chick I don't even✦ really✦ know
Steady✦ stressin' me how ill her man is
So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway✦
Straight twistin' mami's✦ back out
Hit three o'clock,✦ fell right the fuck to sleep
Clothes✦ still on, breath smellin' like Henrock
Totally✦ no kind of regards for this bitch's man
I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures
[Chapter II: Kool G. Rap]
The next day about✦ a quarter to eight
I heard a squeak on the staircase
Got the gat from under✦ the pillow✦ case
Somebody✦ broke in, now me and boo fully✦ awoken✦
Good thing I slept inside✦ my clothes✦ and, shorty✦ was frozen✦
I'm waitin'✦ for a head to poke in, and start smokin'✦
The home invasion, right through the door, they started✦ blazin'✦
Bullets was grazin',✦ shit was crazy✦ kid
I had to think fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash
Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped✦ off the balcony like a falcon✦ Gee
With honey✦ right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony✦
Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded✦ the fifth
Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it
We start jumped✦ it, get on top of the shit and peeled✦
Mad soldiers out in the field, bustin'✦ they steel
The raw deal, kill or be killed,✦ shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, tryna✦ make a thug's blood spill
In zero✦ degrees, niggas✦ on skis, me and these Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind✦ these
Two big rocks and left off shots, about✦ four dropped
The other✦ six started✦ to pop, felt somethin' hot
I think I got hit, my jacket✦ is ripped✦
Loaded✦ my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started✦ clappin', niggas✦ rolled✦ up in blue and black and
Spotted this Rover✦ by a log cabin,✦ we got our ass in
Mash the gas, make the fuckin'✦ wheel spin
The safety✦ again,✦ and still doin' a hundred✦ and ten
Shorty✦ shiverin',✦ lip quiverin',✦ ski suits up in the back seat
Pulled✦ over✦ the Jeep, get it in
And took a rest stop at the river✦ bend
We livin',✦ made it the fuck out, mad slugs deliverin'✦
Pretty✦ soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom
Got shorty✦ boo, tendin'✦ my bullet✦ wound
Put on some tunes,✦ she blew my shit like a balloon✦
Up in the moonlit room, and dickin'✦ her womb
Hittin'✦ full behind✦ her, grindin' her with my anaconda
She rode the dick like a honda✦
I took her to the point of no return like Bridget Fonda✦
She back spasmed, givin'✦ the crazy✦ orgasm, from steady✦ rhythm
My dick glistened, her lips hit 'em, I shot jism
Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism
I thought about✦ the realism
Niggas✦ comin'✦ and bring they steel with them
I got just the thing to deal with them
Nickel✦ plate Mac, the laser✦ attached, with two clips packed✦
Push a nigga✦ whole head back, so I snatched that
So quick spray out, and play the layout
Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out
[Chapter III Intro]
["G. Luciano"]✦ Yo what's the matter✦ mami,✦ you scared✦ or something?
["Mami"]✦ I'm a little worried✦ baby✦
["G. Luciano"]✦ Yo, don't be worried✦ about✦ nuthin',✦ alright?✦
Everythin' gonna✦ be alright✦
["Mami"]✦ OK
["G. Luciano"]✦ Look, we just gonna✦ go to your house, go get the money✦
You know, we gonna✦ get your backs or whatever
And we gonna✦ get out of there, alright?✦
["Mami"]✦ Alright,✦ ven paca✦ papi,✦ dame un besito✦
[G. Luciano]✦ Alright,✦ alright✦ grab that bag money✦
[Mami]✦ Let's do this, baby✦
[Chapter III: Kool G. Rap]
After✦ three whole days of lampin',✦ we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many✦ mansions out in the Hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready✦ to shoot shit up at random✦
Five hundred✦ grand is buried✦ in the sand
We plannin', up in the crib-o✦ with big windows,✦ I'm countin' the dough
She packin'✦ her clothes,✦ had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls
I saw the keys, I grabbed✦ the G's, we on and took those
Shit was sittin'✦ on some chrome momo's✦
Tinted✦ windows,✦ a LS Ford double O
Told the chick; "Yo you movin'✦ too slow
Speed it up baby,✦ we got to go
And get this plane and, hit the Caymans
With the payment", somebody✦ came in
A platoon✦ of goons with heaters aimin'✦
I drew the Mac 10 and started✦ flamin',✦ they did the same and
Slugs sprayin' and blood rainin',✦ I left about✦ seven✦ thugs layin'
But this one cat was gainin',✦ he grabbed✦ the dame and
Put the heater✦ to the chick's brain and
I let my two guns drop, they got the drop
They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot
Nigga✦ was hot, took the Glock and hit me dead in my knot
Honey✦ started✦ to panic and yellin'✦ that money✦ in spanish
Thinkin' he's out to take advantage
So we're out in the fuckin'✦ Atlantic
With no lifesavers and stranded✦
Backhanded✦ the chick on the floor, called✦ her a whore
Said, "Amor,✦ you won't be pretty✦ no more"
Took us on a tour, down in the deck
Guess he wasn't ready✦ to kill us yet
Saw this nigga✦ there, holdin'✦ the Tec
Ready✦ to wet, I started✦ to sweat, a niggas✦ stressed✦
We up beside✦ a horrible mess
I saw a box with the letters on it, S.O.S
So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest
Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready✦ to bless
The madness, put the rest of them niggas✦ to rest
Looked✦ around,✦ the chick's man was the only✦ one left
Threw his ass over✦ board and told him "Hold your breath"
Caught my breath, I seen honey✦ down on the deck
Eyes closed✦ with a bullet✦ hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms till her soul finally✦ left
I'm mad depressed,✦ my baby✦ was an innocent death
A real thug, lost the only✦ women✦ he loved✦
And I bugged,✦ bustin'✦ slugs at the skies above✦
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