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)