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Kool G Rap

"Executioner Style"

Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A n*gga livin foul (repeat 2X)

[Verse 1]
As I steps inside the playground, I lays down
My laws at the door
And any n*gga that's lookin for trouble
Gotsta face these silver double-four's
That I be packin on my hip, hollow-tips inside the clip
Ready to rip a n*ggas sh*t and make his wig slip
To the side as a homocide's commited
I gets rid of n*ggas quick
Cause ain't no bullsh*t permitted
I'm a outlaw
The motherf*ckin villain doin killings
I won't stop until the morgue
Got bodies stacked up to the f*ckin ceiling
It ain't no drivebys
A mag and a bag lady, disguised and surprised
You got a hole between your f*ckin eyes
n*ggas is grazed
Catchin strays from the blaze
Amazed
By the ways I lays em down when my sh*t sprays
Crazy brains hangin, and n*ggas veins are swingin
Bangin and gunslingin
Even my own f*ckin ears are ringin
Cause what I carry's
Much bigger than Dirty Harry's
Do a Hail Mary
I make Bloody Mary's out of your capillaries
Pieces of flesh, hangin off a n*ggas chest
Cause the vest, that he dressed
Couldn't f*ck with the Smith and Wess'
Motherf*ckers runnin for miles
Bodies stacked up in piles
I'm killin executioner style

Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A n*gga livin foul -- "I kill em executioner style"-] G. Rap
(repeat 2X)

[Verse 2]
I keeps my forty-five loaded
With dum-dums, in rear I hold this
Right at my waist for just in case
Somebody gots to get exploded
Cause G. Rap ain't that n*gga that try to play
So n*gga lay low
Or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo
Clown, keep f*ckin around, and you'll be dead G
I'm spttin out the lead see
To split your f*ckin head like the Red Sea
Charged up with anger,
Six slugs in every chamber dangerous stranger
With itchy trigger fingers like Lone Ranger
I'm comin to split your cabbage like a savage
And put two in yo' ass b*tch
And one inside the wifey and the baby carriage
So head for the hills, I kills n*ggas for thrills
Causin crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill
I will pull out the Glock and
Clear the block it when I c*ck it
Get laid and played out of pocket
When I rock it in your eye socket
So raise up queers
And say your f*ckin prayers
I've been killin for years
Huntin motherf*ckers like reindeers
If one n*gga's left standin, I'll squeeze the cannon (BOOM)
Opened his motherf*ckin ass like the Grand Canyon
Layin faggot n*ggas like towel
When I gets wild I'm foul
I'm killin executioner style

Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A n*gga livin foul -- "I kill em executioner style" -] G. Rap
(repeat 2X)

[Verse 3]
I take ten paces, draw my sh*t, and aim at n*ggas faces
Leavin no traces so a n*gga's BEATIN body cases
I'm wettin sh*t up, you get hit up, by the super soaker
Brain after brain, I'm a motherf*ckin chain smoker
Cause it's the rootin tootin with the six-shooter
Put a hole in your trooper
So big n*ggas can hula hoop ya
Liftin them Smith and Wessuns like the westerns
I blow out a n*ggas intestines
And send him back to the f*ckin essence
Bullet rows, blows out the nose of my fo'-fo'
Gunnin down all you bozos
So run and call for po-po
Send in paramedics and bring a lot of antisthetics
Motherf*ckin bodies are beheaded
n*ggas are shredded
So n*gga get ready to meet your f*ckin fate
When I send six trey-eight
Straight In to ya motherf*ckin chest plate
G. Rap been murderin n*ggas as a child
You can go and check my files
I'm killin executioner style

Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A n*gga livin foul -- "I kill em executioner style" -] G. Rap
(repeat 2X)

[Production by Dr. Butcher]

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