Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Let The Games Begin Lyrics
[kool g. rap]Yo I come in the form of danger lurkinBlastin the mad streets and merkinShot at strangers from out the ranges and suburbansCurtains for anybody perpinLeave in a hearse for certainBlood on the curb and bandages like turbansWe roll a ? durbin?All in this dirt, puffin the herb anWe bring the verbs inDouble actions loaded with germansAreas urban, blocks hot where we be swervinGun fights strike like a serpentPeople nerves jerkinLay down any personStrictly for just talkin rehearsinThe skills remain tight as holy mary the virginSlowly carry the burdenSo we varied the shit you heard anHit you with the different methods and versions;We simply,Let bullets rip until the clip is emptyGet laid in your tracks as if you was ? ?Hit you like jack dempseyThe mac packin mc, with gats clappin like an m.p.Over your friendly wimpy, frame like an m.d.Blow you until your blocks windyBe on short of a shot frenzyMy glocks dont stop til the cops hem meBlow holy hollow tops in meHazardous shit - guns is accurateSendin niggaz to meet the king of nazarethPlayin me close has a riskI bash clicks like they was massacresBlast the tear gas, thinkin Im pacifistThats the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missedThese bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wristChorus: kool g. rap (repeat 2x)Yo let the games beginThe tec and mac-10 flames beginThugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sinsHammers to firing pinsMe and my kin be makin you spinThe lord or the devil takin you in[kool g. rap]Its the corona queens apocalypseMy block is hit with the dark eclipseTakin no hostages, so grab the glocks and clipsThe raps apostle-ist, niggaz to loch nessLarge as colossus isMumblin shit get shot at the esophagusA thug saga novelistSex in this rap shit monogamousRainin like the drop is while you be topiclessBlow money monopolist - do it for eonsShinin like its, neon - heart colder than freonDecidin which mc to pee on;Baby cause thats the shit that we onNiggaz go to warrick like deionPut the g onI analyze guys with montana eyesTo vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer riseCut em down like samuraisKickin that real shit that you fantasizeNiggaz step aside or recognizeG. the real cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel thatLeave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled backBattle-actin rap shitll put you in back of a cadillacA bad decision; ***** up your whole vision like cataractsRed roses on a dead foeLayin in wet clothes from head blowsYour whole brain be exposedGet your body torn out the frame from lead throwsNone of my victims ever bled slowStiff as al capone, thats how it goChorus
