Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Edge Of Sanity Lyrics
"Get down let's see your handssee your hands!Let's see your handseverybodyhands!Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?Don't nobody move!Don't get out of the carstay where you're at"Verse One:Niggaz in the street that I dislikeYou better get this rightThese days what the ***** is a fist fightPicture me puttin niggaz in headlocksWhen I can lick off shotsand put they ass in a boxCause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hookYou're just lookin to get your mother*****in life tookCause I can't wait to be a niggaz fateSo while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-ass nickel platesSo if you wanna misbehave niggaI'll have to kick it to the mother*****in grave diggerYeah mother*****er you heard itDoin all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murderedNiggaz'll be the Karate KidBut I'll be in prison doin a mother*****in body-bidSo you can take all that Rocky shit homeSylvester Stallone ain't shit against Al CaponeCause I ain't got no patience or energyfor mother*****ers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure meStep up and play me like I'm soft***** I don't knock mother*****ers out, I'm knockin mother*****ers offLeavin the scene like Machine Gun KellyTwo to the head about four cross the bellySteady givin niggaz the runs*****in clam put your fists down and go for your guns"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the groundGet on the groundHands behind your head""So, so what are you gonna do?Beat-beat the crap out of me?" NO!Verse Two:You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chillCause my glock can kill twenty mother*****ers with boxer skillsThat's how I put a niggaz head outThe murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red outAnd I don't give a ***** if you know JudoCause I'ma blow your mother*****in ass to PlutoAnd when I blast the trey niggaz pass awayPut in the ground til your silly clown ass decaySo all you niggaz with the jokes(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folksCause nigga you don't want the nine to go (boom)Niggaz like Tyson woulda died a long time agoRan outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducksNo uppercuts you'll be another mother*****er buckedGettin all rumps in stuffed up bootsHell no, I'm givin mother*****ers burial suitsYour little T.K.O was A.O.K.My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A.Dead on ArrivalSo nigga you better come with your gun if you want survivalFrom the Mak-11And those are real shots on the mother*****in track 7I ain't kickin niggaz bunsIf it's a ***** I'ma wetta you better go for your guns"Yo wassup, what the ***** is up now man?What?Where my money at man?Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you when I see youAww man you act like you wanna fightWhat what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM*Verse Three:Rollin up on niggaz wearin wigsCause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you mother*****in pigsKool G Rap's a bad decision***** front page I'm puttin niggaz on televisionI got heart kid if you want we can throw it outBut you ain't got no heart mother*****er when I blow it outStraight out your backCause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt datPicture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed upAnd put in a box all squooshed upSo mother*****er be a learnerCause I can't hit or wrestle a niggaz without pullin out my burnerSo when a mother*****er want to fightYou ***** around with G and you'll be fightin Death tonightSo you don't wanna get loose GCause I'm givin more flat lines to niggaz than loose-leafSo come on Bruce LeeYo I'ma show you who the mother*****er is with all the juice GSo if you wanna intimidateA nigga like me, great, will make your *****in head disinigrateI'm sendin niggaz to BedrockLook out for the red dotOr get your mother*****in head shotNiggaz are dialin 911Huh, you little ***** niggaz go for your guns
