Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Nuff Said Lyrics
[kool g. rap]Heres the mother*****in magnificentIll even bag innocent mother*****ersSee suckers like there was ten I sentSo if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey - eightKool g. raps your fate, and not your playmateSo all you niggaz on the floor, *****in that shit is deadTell it to the mother*****in morticianSo get ready to let the led out, Im knockin niggaz dead outAnd blowin the back of your *****in head outCookin niggaz better than mamas dinnerSo let the drama enter, Im sendin niggaz to the trauma centerBecause Im rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frameLike they was pictures of a ***** that I divorcedBoss, so come on nigga, get wild and looseI whoop your mother*****in ass and get arrested for child abuseEven your ***** can get it niggaI shove the barrel of a nine up her behindAnd pull the *****in triggerGoin psycho like norman bates, g. you better sedateBecause lately niggaz aint able to take meIt aint a man in the land that can stand g. rapSave that candy-rap, shit for the handicappedNiggazll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates*****in with me, yalld rather ***** with the aids virusCause I set em up wet em up like sprinklesAnd put niggaz to sleep longer than rip van winkleThe quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, Im peakin a fitLeavin niggaz sicker than liberaces dickGood luck, another hood buckedI kick you so far up your ass I get my mother*****in foot stuckSee I manage to give niggaz more than a bandageBlue cross and blue shield, couldnt cover the mother*****in damageCause Im bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggazAnd holdin triggers up, to them golddiggersSo if you all over my dick just like a rubberMy rap is so fat, I make ? and ? ? blubberYou better duck, Im like a volcano when I eruptYou *****-ass rappersll get *****edAnd youll be one hoe, like marilyn monroeLeft on death row, because I let the gun goBang blow your mother*****in brains outBut you need more than detergent to get that mother*****in stain outCause I serve more crabs than red lobstersWhen I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobstersPut down the microphone whether unknown or famousYoure out of luck and I dont give a ***** what your name isBoy you better split, cause ima house shitMy dickll be rich if you niggazWants to put your money where your mouth isGassed up ass nigga, come set itCause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleadedNow you could be a gold or a platinum artistBut deep down, you *****in silly clowns know whos the hardestNiggaz I watered down with the quarter poundCause my slaughter sound can be caught aroundAnd found the slaughter townFor the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammoPlay it again sam, put on my jams, ***** a pianoIm leavin lame niggaz brain deadAww ***** it, nuff said
