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Kool G Rap

Nathaniel Thomas Wilson (born July 20, 1968), better known by his stage names Kool G Rap (or simply G Rap, and originally Kool Genius of Rap) is an American rapper. He hails from the Corona neighborhood of Queens, New York City. He began his career in the mid-1980s as one half of the group Kool G Rap & DJ Polo and as a member of the Juice Crew. He is often cited as one of the most influential and skilled MCs of all time as he is a pioneer of mafioso rap/street/hardcore content and multisyllabic rhyming. On his album The Giancana Story, he stated that the "G" in his name stands for "Giancana" (after the mobster Sam Giancana), but on other occasions he's stated that it stands for "Genius". more »

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Bold 'n cold blockworks
Game time what else?
Let's get it, uh

Welcome home to all my hitters
Did a deuce or better
Still on that Concreature shit
Reppin' two-two-seven
Keep thirty-clips inside my britches
For them two-elevens
I heard these niggas out
Here snitchin', nigga, who you tellin'?
Thought my plan was bulletproof, pull up
Niggas lookin' spooked
Whoopin' up in coupes
Benefittin' from her drug abuse
Your bitch be babysittin' chicken
She my Mother Goose
Last week I caught the bitch stealin'
Had to cut her loose
All of my neffies and my
Nieces love they uncle
Get happy when I catch the drink
Because I love the juice
Down in the stretch
When it's too late to make a substitution
Can't put your shooters in rotation, nigga
What's the use?
Cocaina-white 'Rari pullin' up with Duke
Last time I seen, me and drunk a deuce
Free, my older brother told me
"To get rid of the problem
You gotta dig it up from the root"

Got it out the gravel pit, snub in my boot
Niggas was robbin', hittin' licks
Runnin' from the woop
If you a opp, it ain't no fuckin' truce
Told me "To get rid of the problem
You gotta dig it up from the root"
Had to find a whole 'nother route
Police gettin' hot on my trail
I had to switch it up and regroup
Remember and my uncle Duke told me
"To get rid of the problem
You gotta dig it up from the root"

Play for keeps, never no friendly way
I'll leave niggas like a bitch with a
Loose wig on on a windy day
You skimpy weight
Guns on me like I be benchin' plates
You cellmates get left every day
With a empty tray
One quick headshot will drench your face
Pen blood, you sniff hoes' underwears
I make them wenches pay
The sawed-off under the trench, okay?
I'm the stickup kid that
Stole Christmas from kids
Got the Grinch's tree (gimme that)
Givin' males seashells without the
Scallops in 'em
Pull out horse dick on stylish women
Then gallop in 'em
With a thousand surround 'em, spinnin'
Curvy chicks be bustin' out they denims
Used to roam with sharks chrome spark
He blast lips and noses off like he Bonaparte
He got flown, so when his boner's hard
Red phones callin' my headphones
The Redbones get boned apart
From the start, livin' was hard
Now we grown and sharp
Played the block in Carrharts 'til
We owned 'em all
Callin' bluff like he was shown the cards
Still shinin'
Black diamonds be the only reason
The stones are dark

Got it out the gravel pit, snub in my boot
Niggas was robbin', hittin' licks
Runnin' from the woop
If you a opp, it ain't no fuckin' truce
Told me "To get rid of the problem
You gotta dig it up from the root"
Had to find a whole 'nother route
Police gettin' hot on my trail
I had to switch it up and regroup
Remember and my uncle Duke told me
"To get rid of the problem
You gotta dig it up from the root"
You gotta dig it up from the root
You gotta dig it up from the root

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