Live And Let Die

"what are you going to do?" (2x)
"nigga!"
"the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters"
"my mic sound nice, check one"
"the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters"
"sound nice" (cut and scratched)

[kool g. rap]
Rougher than gotti, in tone
Got a body harder than flintstone
Your girl got her skins boned
I'm diggin her down with my skintone
It's brown-er than bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her friends moan
Listen and learn and turn on your tuners if he looney
? ? i break, bang zoom, like honeymooners
I don't want singers, but finger snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when i flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by amoco, you know you ain't man to go
Dead up, head up, so i set up to slam a hoe
I don't give a heck, but i don't peck on a redneck
You wanna pull cards, you're a dead deck, bed check
Lead my from tec, come and step up and get your head red
Wait a sec, you comin to see what's left?
I gotta catch my breath, rappers slayed
Or played like jeff to the left
And none of you nitwits can get with this hit shit
You dipstics, even miss kiss, but no lipstick
I don't run a style but a mile to bust a child
Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like gomer pyle
Hell, i'm ringin bells with a ding-dong
I play you like ping-pong
You swingin on my ding-a-long king kong
I pop bad cops, i got a pig a day habit
Bing bing bang, just like the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your sound is just like a lady baby, maybe
You're old as grady, still in the 80's, metaphors born in haiti
I pop to the top, now the hip-hop glock pop rocks
Whenever it drops, i run over rappers at the record shop
You name your best i'll say, who, like owls
Pass me a towel, and i'ma move my bowels all over his vowels
Bring ten men, then i'll send my venom in em
You ain't gonna win em cause he got a women's momentum
And i don't wanna hear from this queer
Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong here
My rhymes are like the nine millimeter beretta
Cause anything rappers could do yo i could do it better

"the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters"
"my mic sound nice, check two"
"the k the double-o the l the g-r-a-p letters"
"sound nice" (cut and scratched)

You no-frill slow toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My lyrical skills give me pillsbury doughboy
Back, i'm packin em up like jack the ripper
Some pally'll i'm pullin the zipper
Finger popped, the better the batter or flipper
You're out of date, you must be the late show, i hate those
Puttin on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get maaco
Dead-on, head-on collision, bad decision
You wanna see me nigga you better check your vision
It ain't 20/20 money silly bunny your funny
Your ass'll get smashed just like a crash test dummy
Retire, an mc that oscar meyer could take
Some of you wacky rappers just play anyway
That's b-o-l-o-g-n-a
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your style hurt
Hey hey hey! should i say it's fatter than albert
Play at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
Turnin cold, better go and sip on some swiss miss
Inner city, actin like bitties, you're pussy
So here kitty kitty, come get some milk from my hoe's titties
Cross at the green not in between or get hit g
Red light, green light, one two three
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you shoulda let me pass
'fore crash, now that ass is in a bodycast
Everytime i put out my records and tapes
Motherfuckers go bananas like this was planet of the apes
Grapes i bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase tickets
To ride the dick and sit down it like a greyhound
Down with the clowns actin like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even magilla guerillas
Bass in your face, stingin like mace
I'm bringin the right taste, hangin like waist
Pick up the pace

"late last night, two undercover police officers
Were found, brutally murdered in a fort greene
Apartment building in brooklyn, new york.
At this time, police have no suspects.
Now to the weather, but first..
G tell em what time it is!"

[kool g. rap]
I got a chance to get some money so i'm takin it
No joke, because this bein broke shit just ain't makin it
Cause i grew up in the fast line
See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games
Now i'm able to leave the cradle
I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table
Sittin right beside a pistol
And i'm watchin my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
While he was countin the green
I seen nothin but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
When i reached ten years old
I never recalled seein any more money and drugs in the household
Cause now pops was on his feet
And to keep us from gettin hurt he kept his dirt in the street
And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin black
Because he just got your death, put on a contract
Another sucker to rub
Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub
And many cops dropped dead
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
Cause it's hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die

Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is snapped away you get a page in the daily news
But i just wanna get paid off
Cause if i was workin a regular nine to five i'd get laid off
Some people say, sellin weight, is a death date
But i can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state
I ain't worried bout a brother tryin to take mines
Cause my plot comes with a hundred shot nine
Police are right on my heels
But i'm always one step ahead of the punks makin dope deals
They can't stop me cause i'm proper
And if they ever try to raid they better bring choppers or helicopters
I broke a lot of punks ribs
Dumpin they bodies in lots, then i ran and shot up the cribs
Because a brother ain't fakin it
If there's a record for killin the most niggaz then yo i'm breakin it
I wish a brother would flex
I spray him up and then take all of his money and give his girl sex
That's how i'm livin in the street
You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
I'm sendin punks six feet deep
And gettin money in lumps, cause this ain't twenty-one jump street
You wanna stop what i supply
Aiyyo, the hell with that, i gotta live and let die

Police, police! everybody down, everybody down!
Don't fucking move, get down! *beep beep*
Hey, where is everybody? *beep beep*
Look, there's nobody here *beep beep beep*
What's that fucking noise? *beep beep beep!*
It's a bomb, it's a bomb, let's go
Get the fuck out of here! *flatline sound*

You gotta live and let die *explosion*
Forget all that bullshit about savin the soul
Some chump'll pump your ass full of bulletholes
So i'm out to make a killin
And all you suckers are chillin cause i ain't just an ordinary villain
I got a rep for mass murder
If you look bigger, i just pull the trigger, a female i just hurt her
I got the .38 long
But a dame can get the same if she's comin out of her mouth wrong
And if you try to oppose this
Next time you see your mother she'll be covered with roses
It ain't about a fair fight
Because i only get open for smokin suckers in daylight
Another punk bites the dust
Cause i just bust blood out your butt like pus
The broke life i ain't missin
Because now i got a lot, and that's more than a pot to piss in
And if i'm sellin you ki's
Just put the g's on the bed, and then go head and take a freeze
And while you're numbin your tongue with the yum yum
I pull out a gun, cause i want every last crumb
I put a slug in your face
Then i waits to start packin the trap back in the suitcase
Another punk had to fry
I don't want to do it but yo i gotta live and let die

"earlier this morning, five cops were killed
And six were wounded in a raid gone bad.
Police have no leads. for any information,
Please call, 1-800-stool-pigeon.
Now back to you rob."

"a forty-nine year old unidentified male
Went berzerk last night, openly firing
With a twelve gauge shotgun in a crowded
Downtown resteraunt. 14 people are dead
Including three children and four others
Suffered serious injuries. police have
A suspect in custody but are not releasing
Any information until they complete their
Investigation.."

[kool g. rap]
Here's the motherfuckin magnificent
I'll even bag innocent motherfuckers
See suckers like there was ten i sent
So if you come in my way - great, i pull out the trey - eight
Kool g. rap's your fate, and not your playmate
So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin that shit is dead
Tell it to the motherfuckin mortician
So get ready to let the led out, i'm knockin niggaz dead out
And blowin the back of your fuckin head out
Cookin niggaz better than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, i'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
Because i'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frame
Like they was pictures of a bitch that i divorced
Boss, so come on nigga, get wild and loose
I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse
Even your bitch can get it nigga
I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
And pull the fuckin trigger
Goin psycho like norman bates, g. you better sedate
Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can stand g. rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck with the aids virus
Cause i set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put niggaz to sleep longer than rip van winkle
The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, i'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker than liberace's dick
Good luck, another hood bucked
I kick you so far up your ass i get my motherfuckin foot stuck
See i manage to give niggaz more than a bandage
Blue cross and blue shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage
Cause i'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
And holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers
So if you all over my dick just like a rubber
My rap is so fat, i make ? and ? ? blubber
You better duck, i'm like a volcano when i erupt
You bitch-ass rappers'll get fucked
And you'll be one hoe, like marilyn monroe
Left on death row, because i let the gun go
Bang blow your motherfuckin brains out
But you need more than detergent to get that motherfuckin stain out
Cause i serve more crabs than red lobster's
When i pop shots, i leave lotsa dead mobsters
Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous
You're out of luck and i don't give a fuck what your name is
Boy you better split, cause i'ma house shit
My dick'll be rich if you niggaz
Wants to put your money where your mouth is
Gassed up ass nigga, come set it
Cause when i pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist
But deep down, you fuckin silly clowns know who's the hardest
Niggaz i watered down with the quarter pound
Cause my slaughter sound can be caught around
And found the slaughter town
For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo
Play it again sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
I'm leavin lame niggaz brain dead
Aww fuck it, nuff said

The umm, security we have here today
Not the open security
The ones, that that really sittin there
And really think, we don't know who they are!

"now that's funky" (4x)

[kool g. rap]
Crime don't pay, that's what they tell us
But that's because the other motherfuckers gettin jealous
But i'ma tell you this, they neighborhood got the goodfellas
But they come arrest us for the same shit they sell us
Cause they don't want to see a young black nigga rollin
Inside a nice car, nice kit, without the shit bein stolen
So they come and lock a nigga up
Meanwhile some corrupt, politician nigga is makin bigger bucks
Niggaz gettin blamed for the crystals; but we don't grow
The motherfuckin coke or weed or make the fuckin pistols
Niggaz ain't tryin to live in poverty
And a black man's lottery's a motherfuckin robbery
So yo you gotta make your best
Make a small investment and then put it to the test ("i know!")
Yes, cause the other motherfuckers gettin over
Police don't look at a white man strange drivin a range rover
Carrying shit like it's minerals
The big dollar white dollar suit and tie criminals
Even the government figures
Sellin shit to the motherfuckin columbians and rich niggaz
Crime isn't time from the brothers
Hey you say it don't pay, it's payin white motherfuckers
It all depends on how you do your shit
Cause either learn it quick intelligent and that's it
("i beg your pardon?") you're well fittin
Fuck workin for a bastard
I gotta see that money before my ass sees a casket
Get paid, motherfuck a raise
Cause to all them improper crooked coppers, crime pays

"jack you motherfuckers" (2x)
"wake up and go for what you know.."
"everybody's got to make a living"
"boy i'm trying to make me some.. money!!"

[kool g. rap]
Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze
But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin by with twenty ki's
Because they came up with a law
To keep the rich motherfuckers rich and the poor motherfuckers poor
We take the cake you get the crumbs
Stackin up a package of cracks, to sell to blacks in the slums
Guns are bein sold over the counter
And you wonder why your daughter's head was slaughtered when they found her
Why did he have to shoot the bitch
But the bitch i mean the witch just had to switch
To make the nigga richie rich
Yeah, so i'm throwin you the phrase
Believe me when i tell you motherfuckin crime pays

Every eleven minutes, across the usa
A man is a victim of cock blocking
This action usually results in broken friendships
The following, is an example..

[kool] aiyyo jinx
[jinx] hey whassup g?
[kool] this girl'll be here in a minute
[jinx] uh-huh
[kool] the bitch got a nice ass, and i'm tryin to get in it
[jinx] cool, that's alright, but why you tellin me this shit?
[kool] to make sure you don't mind
[jinx] uh-huh
[kool] chillin out while i hit it
[jinx] naww nigga, i'll just turn on the tv set
[jinx] get paid, hit the skins, get some pussy, get your dick wet
[kool] alright bet, because my dick is hard as hell
*ding dong ding dong*
[kool] the bitch is ringin on my bell

Opened the door, "whassup baby? yo come on in
Here, take a seat, i'll introduce you to my friend"
Now everything is going according to plan
"yo jinx this is debbie, debbie this is jinx my man" (whassup baby?)
I went to the closet, hung up her coat, put up her hat
"yo jinx," "whassup?"
"later nigga, i'm goin to the back" "see ya!"
I took her to the back, closed the doors and i paused..
.. i'm gonna get some drawers
So we laid on the bed and i just smiled
Because i'm dreamin about fuckin her doggystyle
So i'm thinkin bout some hits that i can slip her
*zipper sound* fuck it, i'll just pull down her zipper
Feelin her ass, and damn the shit is soft
"aiyyo baby, why don't you take your shirt and pants off?"
I got the whore ready to let a nigga score
*knocking* yo who the fuck is at my door?
*knocking* now she's annoyed, and boy i got some luck
I cracked the door, "yo jinx, what the fuck is up?"

"aiyyo g man, i just, y'know, i wanna get some water and shit
You know i'm kind of thirsty knahmsayin homey? heh heh"

"what water nigga? go 'head, go and get it" "aight"
"now leave me the fuck alone so i can hit it" "aight thanks man"
So then i slammed the door shut *door slams*
I turned around this bitch is pullin her pants back on her butt
Nah chill, yo he ain't comin back no more
I pulled her pants back down and threw em on the floor *whoosh*
I'm tryin to convince her but the shit didn't work
So now i'm here playin tug-of-war with her shirt *rips* (oops)
Yeah don't worry, that same shit won't happen twice
*knocking* "aiyyo g man, where's the ice??"
Shit, didn't even get my jock in
*knocking* cause niggaz like jinx is cock blocking

"now you know this just don't make no kind of sense"
"blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"
"and for the life of me, i didn't know why.."
"blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"

[kool g. rap]
Thinkin of a bitch i could be hittin, for no salary
So i called valerie, found out the bitch was babysittin
The baby's parents went to europe; and i could see her now
Suckin my dick and lickin my nut like it was maple syrup
She said, "come over i'm alone"
And i was knockin at the door before the bitch hung up the phone
"hey whassup baby? you know i miss you" "whassup?"
Yeah that's some shit you gotta say to get your dick into the pussy tissue
Went in the house and had a seat
The little boy put fifty motherfuckin toys by my feet
Smashin up my ankles with tonka jeeps
I wish this little motherfucker'd take his ass to sleep
Now my leg got crazy scratches
I said, "here, you wanna play?" i gave his ass a book of matches (hey!)
I couldn't even get a rap
Without this little motherfucker jumpin his ass into my bitch's lap
I started rubbin on her curves
But i'm mad because this little brat is gettin on my nerves
I pulled the bitch up by her hair "what's the matter baby?"
"aiyyo, whydon'tcha get rid of little man?" "alright baby"
She took me to a room that was dark "hey, come in here"
I was undressin on the way to get a head start
And then i let the door shut
Lifted up her skirt and started feelin on the whore's butt
Suckin on her titties like candy
Five minutes later had her comin in her panties
Now she's ready for the dick
"yo you ready bitch?" (mmm-hmm) "well first, take a lick!"
Down on her knees is where she dropped
Suckin on and suckin on and suckin on my cock
Bust that nut, that's what i'm hopin
Then yo, all of a sudden, the door flew wide open
What the hell is this about? *child crying*
She jumped up in a flash and took my dick out of her mouth
Yeah, the little nigga's throwin a fit
Talkin about he's hungry and shit
"wait a minute baby, let me get up so i can feed him"
But i felt like takin off my belt and beat him
He already gave my leg a cut
Now the little bastard is fuckin up my nut
She, didn't even get the lead off
So i picked up one of his ninja turtle dolls and pulled the head off
(hey whatchu doin?) yeah motherfucker now we even
Forty-five minute passed, the bitch ain't back, fuckit i'm leavin
I got dressed, and put my hat back on my head (hey!)
"later bitch," "no wait baby"
"drop dead!" "what??"
"and by the way, thanks a lot and uhh..
Fuck you and that little nigga for cock blockin!"

"now you know this just don't make no kind of sense"
"blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"
"and for the life of me, i didn't know why.."
"blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"

[kool g. rap]
So all you niggaz with the helmets and shoulderpads
Stay the fuck away from me, word up
The next time you wanna block nigga
Try out for the jets baby, word up
Yo, that nigga polo's cock blockin like a motherfucker
That nigga jinx is cock blockin
My dancers are straight up roadblocks n shit
That nigga bill blass has been cock blockin all his life
And that nigga eric b.'s cock blockin

[kool g. rap]
Down the subway stairs, straight through the turnstyle
No smile, but i'm waitin in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties, guzzlin forties
We're bout to rob and steal and get real fuckin naughty
One carries a three pound, the other a four-fifth
Both ready to buck and ain't nuttin to be fucked with
It's dark and it's midnight, the police in dead sight
Look through the fuckin tunnel and i see movin headlights
Fuck it i cock the baretta back and put my hood on
My shorties are game, i got the same shit they put on
Impatiently we're waitin for the doors to open
Got on the train we're car from car but not too far i started scopin
Starin at this bitch for a minute
My man pulled out the mag, opened the bag and said,
"put all your fuckin money in it!"
Even the jewelry on the hands
He slapped the bitch up, and she cried,
And begged him not to take her wedding band
Now everybody's in shock, and i'm walking past
The scared ass passengers with the nine millimeter cocked
Lookin for who was next
And sittin by the pole was a old ass man wearin a rolex
I took the shit and hit the bastard hard
Ripped his pants clean off his ass and got the visa and the mastercard
My little man said, "a-yo check this,"
He pointed at this bitch who looked rich, wearin a long pearl necklace
Word to god, she got my dick hard, and that was the truth
So i drug her ass inside the conductor's booth
As the hoe started to shout, i threw her on her knees
And made her freeze and put my dick inside her pretty mouth
All of the sudden i just, nutted
Pulled up my pants and zipped up
She's on the floor with her mouth flooded
Came back out with the iron *gun shot*
The next motherfucker to move, is dyin!
The train came to a stop, and who gets on it
To ruin the whole plot, was a motherfuckin cop
He fired at me -- i fired back at him
God damn, i almost had him
In a flash, my little shorty's on his ass
Got down on the ground, and let the three pound blast
Lead went dead in his chest
Tore him a new asshole, right through his bullshit vest
But the pig was still breathin
I wanted to finish him off, but i said, "fukkit, i'm leavin"
Grabbed the sack hit the track and started runnin
"ohhh shit! more fuckin cops comin!"
So i stopped and took a shot
Hopin the cop got popped but yo i didn't see nobody drop
Headed straight into the exit, and out in the street
Police outside like fifty deep
So i started to creep but i didn't sleep
Spotted this bitch pullin up in a jeep
How sweet! "now get the fuck out the car!"
Slammed the bitch down on the tar, now she needs cpr
But i don't give a fuck, i just jetted
My man said set it, two more detectives got wetted
As we raced down the block
Lettin off a whole lot of shots and didn't stop
Police gave us a chase, a blue and white rage
My shorty got grazed in the face
Another cop tried to let off, i put another clip in my shit
And blew his motherfuckin head off
Stomped my foot on the gas pedal
Sparks are flyin and shit, from the bullets hittin the car metal
So now we just runnin
The shorties and me g, one of the three gunmen
Side by side we're on the highway, and lettin off shots
The three outlaws, against the cops
It's like a fuckin adventure
About four cops got dropped, three motherfuckers got injured
The last of the cop cars pressed up
My man aimed the joint, the hollow points tore his fuckin vest up
I put a slug inside the tire
They ran into a tall-ass wall, now it's great balls of fire
So now we got away clean, yeah
Smilin like a motherfucker countin the green
You can't fuck with the kid
My boy started thinkin back on the train
Bout all that shit we did
Leavin niggaz in poverty
Three black motherfuckers pulled off a great train robbery
Took all those motherfuckers ducats
But hey, what i can say, life is a bitch so fuck it

"when you're on the run from the police, you got two options
Turn yourself in.. or come out blasting!" *boom*

[kool g. rap]
The chase ain't over, the battle ain't done yet
Get your ass out of town before sunset
Bullets you felt got you runnin for help
You gettin struck and my nine is still tucked under the belt
I'm wanted dead or alive, but i'm still standin
Just tell shannon, got the van with the cannon
When i hit, either the nine or the pound spits
I even flipped on a mob i was down with
So i'm packin a mac at night
And blue and whites are everywhere in a nigga sight
So come on, you little pigs, who's the bravest?
Cause i'ma spit on your ass like larry davis
Bumpin em off somethin decent
Jump out slow and drop the cocktail bomb in the precinct
And drop ten with the glock-10 *boom boom boom*
I made another cop spin
Now uncle sam really wants me
But i'ma hit some more spots, then i'm flyin out the country
It ain't about runnin off like a sucker
I dug my own grave out this motherfucker
So i gotta hustle and gamble
But before i split, believe i leavin shit in shambles
It's a long plane ride, but a nigga gotta survive
I'm still wanted dead or alive

I'm turnin the city morgue to a deli
Was in the belly of the beast now the beast is in my belly
I gotta get up more loot
Time to throw back on the army suits and timberland boots
Blast at the niggaz from the east new york scene
I got my man c with me from fort greene
Al capone, d creative g, and peep my man named b
Ready to peel caps like potatoes
Kev and akinyele's on the lookout
Up in the spot, niggaz are crooked out and took out
*bang* there goes a brain *bang* there goes a liver
Ain't no time, for dumpin niggaz in the river
I ain't lovin you niggaz no more
*vrrrrrrrrrroom* it's time for the chainsaw
Off with the legs, arms, and head later
And throw the shit down in the incinerator
Then i'm off with the drugs and ends
Now it's time to get some motherfuckin revenge
To the nigga that stuck me in jail
I sent his momma's fingers to him in the mail
Caught up with his ass inside the 10th floor hall
*bullets spray* painted the motherfuckin walls
Never mind having balls, you niggaz better duck and dive
I'm still wanted dead or alive

Aiyyo jinx, bust em in they motherfuckin face

"i pop in my kool g. rap and polo tape" -> chuck d

They was - straight goin out like a gunner
Because a nigga's wanted, i'm even hunted by bounty hunters
But i'm spittin out bigger lead
They got about a half a million dollar reward on a nigga's head
But i murdered the whole crew
I saw they spirits leave they bodies and i shot at them bitches too
I put the nine to their it's so simple
*bang bang* now that's what i call a holy temple
You put a nigga to the test
But if you fuck with me, then you fuckin with the best
I'm wettin niggaz and i'm fleein g
Cause sing-sing ? ? ? ain't seein me
You gettin zipped up in leather
Cause if your ass leaks once, then your ass leaks forever
To the nigga that threatened my life
Went up to his crib, started wettin his wife
Nigga hidin in a closet
Checked his ass, and made a motherfuckin deposit
Sucker tried to get live
Yeah, i'm still wanted dead or alive