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Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Ill Street Blues [Explicit]
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kool G Rap
Performer
DJ Polo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kool G Rap
Songwriter
Nathaniel Thomas Wilson
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aw yeah, word up
Word to mother!
Here come Q Rap with another one, y'all
We gonna swing this like this!
[Verse 2]
I'm right in front of my porch step
Thinking of a plan
Lookin' like Raggedy Ann
No dough in hand
Kickin' a can
Thinkin' of a plot to pull some bacon
Because I'm dead and stinkin'
Souls on my shoes winkin'
Tee-shirt is shrinkin'
Soon I see some thighs
And my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with the chick
Bill Blass, my side kick
What's up, black?
Give his hand a smack
Then up pulls a cadillac, yo baby
We'll be back
[Verse 3]
Jump right on the side
Not too many people
So, I was thinking 'bout
Who gotta get robbed
'Cause the mob got a job for us
They drove us down to the sober section
Of town, where the clowns, they be
Paying for protection
They want us to send a message
To Jimmy the bartender
Lend the friend the money
Next your rippin' off his car fenders
He's coming up short, 'cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope
He don't get caught
He owes some Benjamin Franklins
Every last bit of 'em
But Jimmy's pockets are empty
So now, we gotta get rid of him
But, Jimmy's wife is with him
And they don't wanna involve her
Hopped out the back seat
They gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him
While I go and whack him
Entered through the back side
Of the bar, and then attacked him
[Verse 4]
He's screamin' for his life
Reachin' for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head
And shanked him wit' a knife
And that goes for anybody
That gotta pay they dues
[Verse 5]
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street
[Verse 6]
Sucka's are clever
Because my town is full of cops and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this
Little shop of horrors
So I gots to get wit' the business
Of hit quick
Money grip's pockets lookin' thick
So I stick slick
Hold it right there, hands in the air
I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground
Empty your pockets, too
Hit the deck, I got the check right on your neck
And how you 'spect to make a buck
The heck with the traveller's checks?
[Verse 7]
But if a chick tries to jump me
I'll have to smoke 'em like
I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage
Have a good journey
Don't even try beggin' for your life
That don't concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your beggin' and your pleadin'
Only gettin' you closer to meetin' Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck
Gotta get bucked, then I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a sniper, pipin' **** like a plumber
Cold vic'n and stickin' up the ones
That run the numbers
Or even a bigger score
The lady in the liquor store
Go inside then kick in the door
Pull her then I'm stickin' her for
Money or you life honey
Hurry and choose
But you lose, because I gots the Ill Street Blues
[Verse 8]
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
[Verse 9]
Extra, extra, read all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we
Tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some other people to
Come and hit us
Get us, but none of 'em did us
He must be tryin' to kid us
But that's dead, I thank God in the red
Cross the red borders
Plus, nobody can short us
We fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in
We're not a lazy crew
We'll do a job or two
But yo, my man can't even stick me
With some Crazy Glue
[Verse 10]
Ready to tour, and even more
Because he saw me
We took out all the lookouts in the
Front and kicked his door in
What's up snake, why'd ya violate?
Because I'm a Hassa (what's that?)
Yo, that's pig that don't fly straight
Gettin' ready to jab him
I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly and swing
I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do
Hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet
And threw him out the window
Up, up, up and away
'Cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that wit' you
All the way down
I'm hopin' you got springs
Or wings on your shoes
But you lose, because I gots the Ill Street Blues
[Verse 11]
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
You lose, 'cause I gots the Ill Street Blues
Written by: Kool G Rap
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