[Intro: Doo Wop]
This is for the G's and this is for the hustlers
This is for the hustlers, back to the G's
This is for them bitches that down on their knees
And my niggas that are scared to squeeze
[Chorus 1: Kool G Rap & Canibus]
Yo, my words are my players and hustlers, mark niggas and busters
With hot chicks that lust us, jakes that want to handcuff us
Snakes that never trust us, dust fakers and rusters
My .38 clutches for those paper-gate rushers
Fly women and buffers, foes that want to touch us
Grime lawyers like [?], kidnap your baby's mother's mother
Light snuffers that negotiate your murder over supper
Dutches and chrome puffers, the ones that bring the ruckas
My words are my players and hustlers, mark niggas and busters
With hot chicks that lust us, jakes that want to handcuff us
Snakes that never trust us, we hide in underground bunkers
My .38 clutches for them paper-gate rushers
Fly women that buff us, foes that want to touch us
Grime lawyers like [?], kidnap your baby's mother's mother
Light snuffers that negotiate your murder over supper
Me and Kool G Rap, we stash your heaters in the rubbers, motherfuckers
[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Where they launch rocket
Blow your limbs right out the sockets
Roll with the black ape family
We put niggas in canopies
[Chorus 2: Doo Wop & Canibus]
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up high
Rep for your set, nigga show me that you're live
One gun, two guns, three guns, four
Coke, draw, it's all about war
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up high
Rep for your set, nigga, show me that you live
One mic, two mics, three mics, four
A hundred bars or more ‘til my voice goes hoarse
[Verse 2: Canibus]
Kool G Rap rocks the mic, we both nice
So our voices is twice as horrifying at an Vincent Price
As horrifying as the blade of a knife
Stabbing you twice, horrifying enough to melt mics
I snatch you up by your hands and feet, tie 'em tight
Cry for your life while you get beat with an iron pipe
My rhymes worthy of the Nobel Peace Prize ribbon
I should just log-on and carbon copy the world with 'em
2000 B.C., my CD
Will shock you like 200,000 volts DC, repeatedly
2,000 CC's of liquid weed
Injected into the arms of all you hip-hop fiends
The dominant nuclear armament
My submarine's underwater with launch coordinates to sink your cargo ship
Soon as the radar blips, I charge with a blitz
Break your jaws with my fist, fix the scar with a stitch
Break your legs and arms, make you crawl like a Crip
Then fuck your bitch raw, sprinkle salt on my dick
G Rap, Can-I-Bus, M.O.P
How ‘bout some hardcore shit for 2G, motherfuckers
[Verse 3: M.O.P.]
Family first, the bell rung
[Chorus 2: Doo Wop & Canibus]
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up high
Rep for your set, nigga show me that you're live
One gun, two guns, three guns, four
Coke, draw, it's all about war
Doo Wop
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