[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
dome For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it 'cause fuckin' wit G Rap'll get your arms folded So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga
tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it Cuz fuckin' wit G Rap'll get your arms folded So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where
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' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it Cuz fuckin' wit G Rap'll get your arms folded So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you
up Two in the head, leaded up Call the coroners to make they bed up Infrared shit from neck up Before they got to lit the tec up [Kool G Rap] It was
cigarette ash on low-down trash Marley's car is two-toned, and it's ended with chrome And the Bell telephone makes you feel at home So remember Kool G Rap
still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Kool G. Rap
[Kool G. Rap] Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? For all my people copping bricks
gon explain to that Couldn't hold her pain back, couldn't bring her brain back But it still remain the facts, money could of changed that g'yeah [Hook] [Intro] [E.S.G
wet up Two in the head, leaded up Call the coroners to make they bed up Infrared shit from neck up Before they got to lit the tec up [Kool G Rap] It
(feat. Johnny 2 Gunz, Pokaface) [Kool G. Rap] Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit
(feat. Tash Mahogany) [Kool G. Rap:] You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl I holds weight
