[Intro: AZ]
Yeah, it's 2G, yeah
Brooklyn-Queens connection
Y'all bout to feel somethin' y'all never felt before
Ayo G, you know I'm like an trey special
I'm close range...
[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, yo, yo, throw niggas of Yachts, hoe niggas get shot
My bitches ran, 'cause I'm stupid, I put this shit on digital cam
Light up an ounce, let my bitches watch it on the television
Hell I'm relentless, fifty a pop, sell it like menace
But when I'm sleep, all I see is a white skeleton image
It's telling me something, maybe it's my fellas I'm missing
In hell they want me, the signs of my days gon' bad
And deals gon' wrong, makes me pump the gauge all mad
Niggas is foul, gassing me, tell me to kill
For something minor, when real niggas tell me to chill
I let it ride for a minute, and when they sleep it's over
That's when I appear in the night like the Reaper, soldier
Street justice, bitches got my name on Double D cups
They need crutches, when I done fuck 'em and beat it up
I opened up Shakespeare's tomb, stole his remains
And grinded his bones, then smoked it and got in the game
[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
[Verse 2: Nawz]
Yo, went from cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash
From rockets that blast, yo we in your pockets for cash
Burgundy mask, bullets like a surgery slash
Internally burn your staff and dismember your ass
Coroners bag from autops' to medical lab
I'll leave you leaking like Carlito watch your memory flash
Quicksand for fam, tied a fucking brick to your hands
I'm sicker with the Henny liquor with the clip to your man
When it's on it's on, do your moms bodily harm
Firstborn'll be your first gone, beef goes on
Permanent cash, put you in the tourniquet fast
Feed you glass and use you to fertilize the grass
Puff green when we fiending to murder your whole team
For cream, the infrared beams'll shatter your dreams
I flatter your queen and rip her right out of her jeans
Intervene and it's the homicide scene for your team
[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
[Verse 3: AZ]
From hideous acts on the one getting rid of the gats
A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that?
The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked
Niggas is strapped, half bent, illin, spilling they 'gnac
Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick
We mob in it, fake niggas dissolve in minutes
It's codes to it, real killers they know music
Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it
Courvoisier sipping, this slim nigga stay flipping
My ways different, duck when the AK spitting
It's more to it, verbal wise, we all fluent
In real life this is how the dogs do it
Double-edged sword, rep for y'all seeing the board
See y'all home soon, it's better than seein' the morgue
So what's the conflict, who wanna Don with this?
For the streets strictly we got the bombest shit
[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]
Two violent niggas sit at the round table, in brown sables
Chains hangin' down to the navel
Brooklyn and Queens connect it down fatal
Hold the four-pound stable
Won't hesitate to rock a clown's cradle
Get put in the dirt like ground cable
Found from bloodhound nasals
Or deep in the river get found naval
That shit y'all spit sound fable
"American Me" style, knife in the anal, who 'round to save you?
I'll leave you from waist down disabled
Face split like a round bagel found in a hospital gown with your crown stapled
Wrong one to tangle with, a gym star, spangle your shit
Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch
Single niggas out on the strip and bang in a clip
Slugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the click
A force of habit, for me to let it rip across your attic
Never violent with a silent but I toss your cabbage
[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
