Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Bad To The Bone Lyrics
("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x)You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetratesYou wanna escapebut you got a date to meet fateRun for your life when I'm startingSuckers are getting turned to missing mother*****ers on a milk cartonDangerwhen I rearrange and change a faceaceYou're being replaced by a strangerI injureand escape like a ninjaYou got struck by a *****ing revengerA bullet inserted in your head, a shot gotMurdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it***** around, the price is more than McDonald's paysAnd you can sing my blues to Billie HolidayPut your ass in my path and I'm a blast itMind over matter, I burn like battery acidTerrorizing, sizing up the guys-aFinger on trigger, when I pull it, a bullet flys inG's a madman, came from the BadlandsCrush niggas in my bare hands like beer cansLeaving a gash like the New York SlasherShowing my inches in a trench like a flasherYou got a problem, I'm a problem solverSolve more problems with a .357 revolverCome near you pay dearlyAnd I can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearlyOn a sole role, the golden mic holderAnd I flatten your ass just like a steam rollerPity for niggas I wasteTry to disrespect, get the taste of a neck braceI got your ass on targetYou got beef? You better save it for the mother*****ing meat marketRhymes choke you like a headlockIf a sucker's asleep, I turn his shit into BedrockCome on son, get done inNiggas are running like the redcoats is comingI enlist punk niggas that want some of thisAnd what's left is the breath of a death wish("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x)A pimp that loves shrimps and lobsterAnd for a hobby I'm hitting niggas up like a mobsterI got a story for each little poor territoryThe ghetto glory in all categoriesThe death threats I received from the head vestsI'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead petThe troop that stoops to brutalityGiving all nationalities a taste of realityKool G Rap is here to drawAnd any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgueAll victims unidentified, so check itYou gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental recordWhat I use to torture liars:Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliersSo you thought you could last?Go and get a green thumb because your ass is grassEric B. is the undertakerHis pockets swoll because he's rolling in more dough than a bakerQuiet type, but I won't have itCause when I swing with the boys I get noisy like trafficSo if you know what I know, see what I seeG Rap is down with a mafioso posseAnd I'm quick to go stick other suckersWith a smile just like a sick mother*****erA bullet inside the sucker's guts andHit butt and his nuts, we throw him in the HudsonThis is for all the non-believersThey receive a gash in their ass from a meat cleaverDon't even try to get fastYou know the time because I'm 5 seconds off your assA nightmare leaving you suckers breathlessYou stepping to Kool G Rap, then that's a death wish("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x)
