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"Good Die Young" is a track by Kool G Rap, from the album The Giancana Story, released 26th November 2002. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Hook: Kool G Rap] Only the good soldiers die young To stay alive up in these streets you gotsta fly one Fore the flamers make you famous aimin to ply one Niggas is dyin over pie crumbs, the live ones (Only the good die young) Only the good soldiers die young Over chips they'll leave you drippin witcha side numb Come out the fort with your torches up and ride Dunn No one survives with a shy gun inside slums (Only the good die young) [Kool G Rap] The bullies are back Gettin the news that's tragic, feuds are graphic Moves through the traffic Break any rules you lose your attic Who's in the habit of usin the static Make somethin ooze out your cabbage When dudes with ratchets, can pay your dues Stools on the mattress, bruised and battered Blown out your shoes and your fabrics With Jakes searchin for clues and maggots My crew is savage, we carry no dead weight Bet they hide you when I slide kid All my tools is packaged, and lose you faggots Stay coppin them jewels with karats, so who's the rabbit Trix are for kids, in the buggy eye 6 on the strip Strictly for big wigs, so tell me what this is A nigga that's bout his biz, a nigga that don't forgive A nigga that don't renege, a nigga that bust a cig, rupture your ribs Front and I'll bring it to you 'xactly where you live BGF surround the crib, throw a pound to the kid Hit a fry when the good die young [Hook: Kool G Rap] Only the good soldiers die young To stay alive up in these streets you gotsta fly one Fore the flamers make you famous aimin to ply one Niggas is dyin over pie crumbs, the live ones (Only the good die young) Only the good soldiers die young Over chips they'll leave you drippin witcha side numb Come out the fort with your torches up and ride Dunn No one survives with a shy gun inside slums (Only the good die young) [Kool G Rap] Yo it's a whole city of animals Cannibals, bloodthirsty niggas that hammer you And handle you, shots makin you flammable That's what an evil man's plan'll do Vandal you, candle you, dismantle you Leavin your fam and crew, pan a few blocks Bodies in camera view, for a grand or two Land you on channel two When niggas can't eat, that's what the fam'll do Leave you for the mantle, examine you For the van to come transfer you Too late to bandage you, too much damage to you The coroners know how to manage you Down in they land they planted you That's what the cannons do, forever branded you Spare cannoned you, abandoned you, rock you to sleep Niggas surrounded you, death wish granted you, fan at you Went to my hundred shot clip when they flip & throw a grand at you Peel your shit open like a can of brew Then they work from the mandible, havin you livin where the salmon do The good die young, redrum, who left to take a stand for you [Hook: Kool G Rap] Only the good soldiers die young To stay alive up in these streets you gotsta fly one Fore the flamers make you famous aimin to ply one Niggas is dyin over pie crumbs, the live ones (Only the good die young) Only the good soldiers die young Over chips they'll leave you drippin witcha side numb Come out the fort with your torches up and ride Dunn No one survives with a shy gun inside slums (Only the good die young) [Kool G Rap] You rock a hot bezel and catch a popped vessel And shot vestibule; you got testicles Beef bringing nigga get shot visible Rock with the best of you; then it's back to the block The blacktops we open up shop and clock decimals Fake cops, scrape from the tea pot for residue The foul slang liver(?) page, reach for that shit on your waist Every killer in the place get hit in the face Turn around, simmer down nigga, get in the safe What you fear when the shots is blowin; shed a tear for the one That caught one under the ear inside of his top popped open It's death for all niggas that left with the Glock smokin Came in with hot toast and left the whole spot soakin Fuck y'all niggas not knowin, we make your seeds stop growin Guerilla nigga, we keep rhymes flowin Bust a four pound, man down, found in the lot swollen Drama brung, all inside the slum, the good die young [Hook: Kool G Rap] Only the good soldiers die young To stay alive up in these streets you gotsta fly one Fore the flamers make you famous aimin to ply one Niggas is dyin over pie crumbs, the live ones (Only the good die young) Only the good soldiers die young Over chips they'll leave you drippin witcha side numb Come out the fort with your torches up and ride Dunn No one survives with a shy gun inside slums (Only the good die young)
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