Ill Streets Blues

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Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo is a hip-hop duo consisting of rapper Kool G Rap and DJ Polo. They gained prominence in the late 1980s and early 1990s with their innovative storytelling rhymes and gritty lyricism. Kool G Rap's intricate wordplay and vivid descriptions, combined with DJ Polo's skillful production, contributed to their influential status in the genre. They are considered pioneers of hardcore and mafioso rap. more »

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1994

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Aw yeah word up word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all. 
We going to swing it like this... 

I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan 
Looking like Raggedy Ann no dough in hand kicking a can 
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in 
Because I'm dead and stinking 
Soles on my shoes winking t shirt is shrinking 
Soon I see some ties and my eyes open wide quick 
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick 
What's up, black? Give his hand a smack 
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back 
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us 
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us 
The drove us down to the sober section 
Of town where the clowns don't be paying for protection 
The want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender 
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders 
He's coming up short cause he snorts 
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get caught 
He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em 
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him 
But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her 
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver 
Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him 
Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him 
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife 
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife 
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues 
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues 

Chorus: 
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues (repeat 4x) 

Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers 
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors 
So I got to get with the business of hit quick 
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick Slick 
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot 
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop 
Hit the deck I got the Tech right on your neck 
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller's check 
But if a vic' tries to choke me 
I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie 
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey 
Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me 
So to the next weasel that freezes 
Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting Jesus 
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck 
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a f*ck 
Hyper as a sniper piping niggas like a plumber 
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers 
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store 
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for 
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose 
You lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues 

Chorus 
Extra extra read all about it in the papers 
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper 
Because he pulled some other people to try and hit us 
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us 
But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders 
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters 
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two 
But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Crazy Glue 
Ready to tore him even more because she saw him 
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in 
What's up snake, why'd you violate? 
Because I'm a hossa (What's that?) 
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight 
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie 
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye 
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go 
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window 
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown 
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down 
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your shoes 
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues 

Chorus

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