Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Ill Street Blues Lyrics
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. here comes g. rap with another one yall.We going to swing it like this...Im right in front of my front steps thinking of a planLooking like raggedy ann, no dough in hand kicking a canThinking of a plot to pull some bank inBecause Im dead and stinkingSoles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinkingSoon I see some ties and my eyes open wide quickWhos that with you, chick? bill blass my sidekickWhats up, black? give his hand a smackUp pulls a cadillac, yo baby well be backJumped right on inside, not too many people saw usThinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for usThe drove us down to the sober sectionOf town where the clowns dont be paying for protectionThe want us to send a message to jimmy the bartenderLend a friend the money next youre ripping off his car fendersHes coming up short cause he snortsCoke, dope, nope, and hope he dont get caughtHe owes some benjamin franklins, every last bit of emBut jimmys pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of himBut jimmys wife is with him and they dont want to involve herHopped out the back seat they gave me a revolverBlass, you distract him while I go and whack himEntered through the back side of the bar and then attacked himHes screaming for his life, reaching for his wifeShot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knifeAnd that goes for anybody whos gotta pay they duesYou lose, cause I got the ill street bluesChorus:You lose, cause I got the ill street blues (repeat 4x)Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbersYoure not promised tomorrow in this little shop of horrorsSo I got to get with the business of hit quickMoneygrips pockets looking thick so I stick slickHold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the lootOr better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troopHit the deck I got the tech right on your neckAnd I expect to make a buck to heck with a travellers checkBut if a vic tries to choke meIll have to smoke him like Im smokey the bear, so okie dokieGoodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journeyDont even try begging for your life, that dont concern meSo to the next weasel that freezesYour begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting jesusYeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buckThen I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I dont give a *****Hyper as a sniper piping niggas like a plumberCold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbersOr even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor storeGo inside and kick in the door, pull her then Im stickin her forMoney or your life, honey hurry and chooseYou lose, because I got the ill street bluesChorusExtra extra read all about it in the papersThe boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraperBecause he pulled some other people to try and hit usGet us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid usBut thats dead, Ill thank God in the red, cross the bread bordersSo nobody can short us, he fled down to headquartersReady to put some work in, were not a lazy crew, well do a job or twoBut yo, the man cant even stick me with some crazy glueReady to tore him even more because she saw himWe took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door inWhats up snake, whyd you violate?Because Im a hossa (whats that? )Yo, thats a pig that dont fly straightGetting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktieHomie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eyeYou know the evil that men do, hell is where the men goWe snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the windowUp, up, and away cause I dont play, clownBuck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way downIm hoping you got springs and wings on your shoesBut you lose, because I got the ill street bluesChorus
