Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Road To The Riches Lyrics
Verse one:When I was five years old I realized there was a roadAt the end I will win lots of pots of goldNever took a break, never made a mistakeTook time to create cos theres money to makeTo be a billionaire takes hard work for yearsSome nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayersBeen through hard times, even worked part timeIn a ? seafood? store sweepin floors for dimesI was sort of a porter takin the next mans orderBreakin my back for ? a shack for headquarters?All my manpower for four bucks an hourTook the time, I wrote rhymes in the showerShoes are scoffed cos the road gets roughBut ima rock it til my pockets aint stuffed enoughAll the freaks wouldnt speak cos my checks was weakThey would turn the other cheek so I started to seekA way to get a play, and maybe one dayIll be performin up a storm for a decent payNo matter how it seems I always kept the dreamAll the girlies scream and suckas get creamedDreamed about it for five years straightFinally I got a break and cut my first plateThe road aint yellow and there aint no witchesMy name is kool g rap, Im on the road to the richesVerse two:I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rockMoney bustin out my sock cos I really would clockThey were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeansMagazines, anything, just to hustle for beansThe cash was comin fast, money grew like grassPeople hungry for the blast that dont even lastDidnt want to be involved but the money will getchaGettin richer and richer, the police took my pictureBut I still supplied, some people I knew diedMurders and homicides for bottles of suicideMoney, jewelry, livin like a starAnd I wasnt too far from a jaguar carIn a small-time casino, the towns al pacinoFor all of the girls, the pretty boy valentinoI shot up stores and I kicked down doorsCollecting scars from little neighborhood warsMany legs I broke, many necks I chokedAnd if provoked I let the pistol smokeLoyal members in a crew now down with the gameSellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rainWhat I had was bad from my shoes to my padIn the first time in my life loanin money to dadNow the tables turned and my lifestyle switchesMy name is kool g rap, Im on the road to the richesVerse three:? a thug a-mugs? for drugs, he eventually bugsLookin for crack on carpets and rugs? the squealers tells? but the dealer still sellsLittle spoiled kids inheritin oil wellsI was the type on the opposite sideOf smokin the pipe, in a beef I got hypeCos rags to riches switches men to witchesBecome stitches, body bags in ditchesBloodshed, I painted the town redPeople fled as I put a dreads head to bedThat means dead, in other words deceasedFace got erased, bullets got releasedBombs were planted, the kids were kidnappedIn fact that was a way to get backAt enemies who tried to clock gsOn my block, now they forever knock zsPlans of rampages went for agesSome got knocked and locked inside cagesSome bit the dust for crumbs and crustsIn God we trust, now rots to rustPlus caps to cops, policeman dropsYou blew off his top when the pistol went popTroopers, soldiers, rollin like bouldersEyes of hate and their hearts get colderSome young male put in jailHis lawyer so good his bail is on saleLookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last?Longer than my song but he already fellHe likes to eat hardy, partyBe like john gotti, and drive a maseratiRough in the ghetto, but in jail hes jelloMellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, helloOne court date can turn an outlaw to an inmateBut just ? stay? , ship him upstate by the great lakesAnd than a-wait and wait and waitTil he breaks, thats all it takesSo he fakes to be a man, but he cant standOn his own two feet because now hes in a new landRules are different and so is lifeWhen you think with a shank, talk with a knifeNot my lifestyle so I made a u-turnMore money I earn, more money to burnPushin all buttons, pullin all switchesMy name is g. rap, Im on the road to the riches
