Blaze Wit Ya’ll - Kool G Rap

Carr Stinson Wilson
Yo G Rap n***a
See y'all thought it was a game right
Like y'all ain't know this was gon' happen
Jinx Da Juvy
Gun brawls hand to hand combat whatever
Word
We ain't havin none of that you heard
Word
If you about dough we can get paid wit y'all
Wanna ball out we can get laid wit y'all
You got beef We can draw heat and blaze wit y'all
Get locked up sharpen up the blades wit y'all
You wanna smokeout blow the purple haze wit y'all
You wanna show out spend money for days wit y'all
You wanna do dirt keep it in the shade wit y'all
You wanna act up pull out guns and spray it at y'all
This one goes out to my Queens thugs that steam slugs
My real killers out on the corner that's seen blood
My wild n***az schemin with snubs fiendin for grub
Eatin off the streets triple-beamin the d**gs
The ones that put a red beam in your mug
The ones that bug and be in the clubs
And hide whips gleamin with dubs
This one goes out to my peoples
That hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel
In back of the spots but chop on the lethal
Then pop goes the weasel
If n***az want it then pop goes the eagles
We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles
Drop pots of evil ghetto D with shots from a needle
Lay you down with shots that are cerebral
Before rap my click was hot as Segal now we clock legal
Hop like Kenieval pass the cops in our Regals
Above blowin like diplomats me and my click of cats
Duck when we spit the gat or get your s**t twisted back
That young fella straight from the slums and that's that
Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack
Been a serious dude never the one to laugh at
So play crazy and this 380'll twist your cap back
Before rap I played the slums where the cash at
Duckin the boys in blue with jumps in asscrack
Now I switched over but still tote the big toaster
For n***az schemin so I'm fiendin to bend your wig over
You might catch the kid herbed out bent over
Without a license gettin brain in a tint Rover
But not for nuttin a frontin dude get popped for frontin
Y'all the type to snitch when a cop's comin
But that don't stop nuttin cause trust me the cop's duckin
A badge don't mean s**t when the glocks is gunnin
And I don't think the pig's tryin to get popped in the stomach
Or be worse layin with they wig hotter than the oven
G Rap as real as it gets peel with the fifth
Bust down a mill' with the click I'll with the chicks
Wheelin the 6 to cribs on hills in the sticks
Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit
Used ta reel in the chips slangin krills on the strip
Now we spillin the Crist' n***az still with the hits
Won't stop until I cop a half-a-mill' for the wrist
Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst
G Rap and his squad of guerillas carve your grill up
Harsh killer hold the hammer like 20 bar villains
Spit flames like Godzilla menage-a-trois in large villas
Pack the trey-pound God pealer
It's a hard thriller mob chiller
Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer
Y'all n***az is yard squealers play around and be a scar feeler
A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller
Jinx Da Juvy
The new milleny n***az knahmean 2000 s**t
Here to rule s**t
All y'all weak n***az fall back
Brrrap Brrrap Get the f**k out of here