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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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1998

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I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be 
 Every criminal mug be living in luxury what the f*ck G? 
 That must be Bugsy in the black tux over there with Lucky 
 Bring my heater niggaz might try to slug me 
 Take me out in back of the club and buck me and touch me 
 I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely 
 Fly face fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly said 
 "Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across the persian rug to plug me 
 He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly 
 but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?" 
 Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me 
 to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G 
 I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me? 
 I be D and f*ck all that living thirsty, so Nino 
 do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty 
 who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson 
 Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger 
 Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder 
 Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's 
 Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy 
 tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami 
 Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo 
 With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him 
 over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down 
 at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead 
 Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go 
 Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow 
 but most of the niggaz on his team was yellow 
 Cold blooded veins flowin with red Jell-o 
 There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate 
 to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas 
 Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas 
 Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers 
 Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no 
 to veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo 
 Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go 
 without ever lettin the whole police force know 
 Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's scroll 
 Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out 
 They shot him at a pay phone 
 with the big chrome, his whole wig blown 
 Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones 
 At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc 
 Family got hit up with automatics 
 Non-stop static inside the rackets 
 Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage 
 The underworld was goin savage 
 Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit 
 with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with 
 Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers 
 Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas 
 Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us 
 We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa 
 Moved on it closer get the toaster 
 Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard 
 Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur 
 Beef over, I blew him like a supernova 
 Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black Cobra 
 The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober 
 Act like you got a chip on your shoulder 
 And blast the two right through your boulder 
 Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya 
 Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers 
 Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor 
 Operations from here to Minnesota to Dakota 
 But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds 
 He whispered in my eardrum 
 "Let's take over the entire city, and split the dough 
 Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty" 
 No doubt before we go we gotta murder John Torre 
 Yo get all his territory dough and end the story yo

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