On the Sidewalk 2

[Chorus: Kool G Rap] I put his brains on the sidewalk I put his brains on the sidewalk I put his brains on the sidewalk I put his brains-I put his brains-I put his brains (Bang) Buck, buck, buck I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains-I put his brains-I put his brains [Verse 1: Frank Cook] After it you tell it was written just by the penmanship Red dot or red line a nigga soon as I pen this shit (Uh) Firin', two guns up, how it's disitributed And keep a gunner with me if you thinkin' that you's a lyricist (A gunner) Measure a box if you climb, you plan to fit in this (Yeah) And keep a set of .30's for niggas, come get yo' memberships You know the fear heightened whenever I put the hеat through yours Before it's go over 90 dеgrees, I'm checkin' temperatures Load up, fuck with Cook, it won't end well Bullet out the side of ya head, you lack intel We can knuckle up, the jab hook like fish scale Or keep gun buttin' a nigga until his shit swell I'm the last dude you wanna challenge, nigga A lopsided see-saw, I'm unbalanced, nigga Only way to trace a body is shadow it You're like the wrong? side of my gun, somethin' I gotta hit You niggas can never fuck with me physically It's like a goon versus a chump; that's the simile Understand, I'm comin' for blood for all enemies My shit go doot-doot-doot-doot-de-ree-ree, we make him a memory Like Pun's style, dead in the middle, you peep the remedy But lack ability any nigga in my proximity Considered dead to me if you ever thinkin' beheadin' me For Kool G, I'll wrap niggas up and ship 'em to Italy [Chorus: Kool G Rap] Buck, buck I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains-I put his brains-I put his brains (Buck, buck, buck, bang) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains-I put his brains-I put his brains [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh-hm Uh-hm Eastside Yeah Yeah Yeah, yo I ain't never heard about lettin' bread rest I don't own a bed, the cars done got a head rest I hit your right leg, neck, left, right, head, chest In that order so we know you gon' stay on bed rest Pick a side or you'll probably gon' be a dead rat You'll get a slight light right and a nice dead left Mama in her black dress, her son a right mess I stay inside 'cause these niggas be havin' fed breath I watch what I did bubble like I did popcorn Hidin' magazines since I was a kid, not porn I'm on D, M and V, and we slid like Norm Now how you convince a father that his kid not born? Nickel nines that'll cripple his spine Grew up under some sophisticated killers doin' ripple and lines Violatin' if you trip on this time My nigga went in only for a violation and they tripled his time [Chorus: Kool G Rap] Buck, buck I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains-I put his brains-I put his brains (Buck, buck, buck, bang) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains-I put his brains-I put his brains [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] Yeah KGR Tell 'em The Revolver reliable, a .9 milli's handy Stop the life of anybody claimin' vigilante Pro-handlers slam, just killin' fancy (Fancy) And watch 'em die in tuxedo and bowtie like Meyer Lansky Sweatsuits fish 'em the hats when he twists the stacks Then he switch to slick slacks with aristocrats It's like Saud? if he lift the bat (Bat) Bloody his Queens shirt when he yell out his teamwork to split your cap (Blah) I'll send the mafia, hitters outta Attica Tommy Gun splatter ya, Valentine's massacre (For real) I don't drive by and creep with no passengers I get up close like I zoomed in an aperture I just show up with heavy metal like Metallica To the trunk of the Challenger then I abracadabra ya Magnificent .7 Magnums buck Like a Budweiser horse kick through your face after you grab his nuts They want hell; give 'em plenty that Semi tab hobo dissolve soldiers for free, never stingy cats (Hold that) Head whistle where it's windy at Long primitive gat, I'll have 'em look like they crawled out a chimney stack Frank Cook put in the bags, never skimpy packs Straight fat cat, the reason how my memory at (Memory at) Kid, all it take is a bendy stat To leave you flat dead murdered by crackheads wearin' dingy hats [Chorus: Kool G Rap] Buck, buck I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains-I put his brains-I put his brains (Buck, buck, buck, bang) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains-I put his brains-I put his brains [Verse 4: Norm Bates] I ain't a killer but don't push me (Nah) Rest in peace, that's what Pac said I hit 'em up with some hot lead (I hit 'em up, nigga!) Keep frontin', you'll get shot dead (Blaow!) I put that flame to your dome, now you really be a hothead (Stupid!) Don't make me put yo' brains on the sidewalk Let's have a conversation, I'mma let that .9 talk (Blaow!) Since you wanna be all slick with the mouth How about I rip the side of your face since you really wanna side talk (Yeah!) Hit 'em with a deuce deuce (uh), two shots, doot-doot (Grr) Have your brains on the floor, that shit be lookin' like couscous (Ew) I told you I was coocoo, woohoo (Uh, hm, uh) Blow your candles out like happy birthday to you (Happy birthday, asshole) Cause conflict, it will get crucial I don't need a gun, I put paws on 'em, I'm Blue's Clues (Hahahahahaha) That's word to Cory, I'm out of my llama beans Say the word, I split that llama bing, let that llama rring (Ahh) Throw shots so loud they'll be like coño (Oh shit) I'll have the scene lookin' real la ceroso (Damn) Y'all niggas is bozos, toto (Uh) Rest in peace to Kobe, pull out them two .4's, hit 'em with ocho (Uh) Pull it out, aim that, click clack, spray that (Yeah) So much gunpowder, that shit be lookin' like Ajax (Crazy) Keep playin', I'mma hit you with two times three From that .45 like Jordan when he came back [Chorus: Kool G Rap] Buck, buck I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains-I put his brains-I put his brains (Buck, buck, buck) I put his brains on the sidewalk (Buck, buck, buck)