Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Live And Let Die Lyrics
[Kool G. Rap]Here's the mother*****in magnificentI'll even bag innocent mother*****ersSee suckers like there was ten I sentSo if you come in my way greatI pull out the trey eightKool G. Rap's your fateand 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 outI'm knockin niggaz dead outand blowin the back of your *****in head outCookin niggaz better than mama's dinnerSo let the drama enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma centerBecause I'm 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 ain't able to take meIt ain't a man in the land that can stand G. RapSave that candy-rap, shit for the handicappedNiggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates*****in with me, y'alld 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, I'm peakin a fitLeavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's 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, couldn't cover the mother*****in damageCause I'm 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, I'm like a volcano when I eruptyou *****-ass rappers'll get *****edAnd you'll 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 Lobster'sWhen I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobstersPut down the microphone whether unknown or famousYou're out of luck and I don't give a ***** what your name isBoy you better split, cause I'ma house shitMy dick'll 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 who's 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 pianoI'm leavin lame niggaz brain deadAww ***** it, nuff said
