
Diamonds Kool Keith
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Man it's been quiet in the Bronx since Kate Rich got killed
I heard some kid wearin a mink
Fakin like he live in Brooklyn squealed
We gon' need Johnny Cochran man, I'm tellin you
Gotta get everybody out..
[Kool Keith]
Chill at home watchin the Mets
I'ma tell Suge Knight to call Big Kap and Funkmaster Flex
Tony Green is out of jail with a five billion dollar bail
I'ma hire two men with machine guns to do retail
Independent promotion, a couple of people got they legs broken
Record exec found dead, body in Hoboken
Autopsy explainin what parts remainin
New York police department, the F.B.I
Said this guy wasn't playin
Tape around this punk's mouth, what is he sayin?
Turned the radio up and cut his arms off
And throw him off the top of the Waldorf
Call Fat Kat in prison
Tell him his right hand mand already did that
Ten cars, meet me at the Lincoln Tunnel with stockin cops
We're gonna count to the one-oh, put butter on the bun-oh
Black killed the program director but first let him sniff some blow
See the man with the suit?
Light up the kid with the bomber jacket and Timberland boots
Comin at you like Tupac in "Juice", I'ma get loose
I heard some kid wearin a mink
Fakin like he live in Brooklyn squealed
We gon' need Johnny Cochran man, I'm tellin you
Gotta get everybody out..
[Kool Keith]
Chill at home watchin the Mets
I'ma tell Suge Knight to call Big Kap and Funkmaster Flex
Tony Green is out of jail with a five billion dollar bail
I'ma hire two men with machine guns to do retail
Independent promotion, a couple of people got they legs broken
Record exec found dead, body in Hoboken
Autopsy explainin what parts remainin
New York police department, the F.B.I
Said this guy wasn't playin
Tape around this punk's mouth, what is he sayin?
Turned the radio up and cut his arms off
And throw him off the top of the Waldorf
Call Fat Kat in prison
Tell him his right hand mand already did that
Ten cars, meet me at the Lincoln Tunnel with stockin cops
We're gonna count to the one-oh, put butter on the bun-oh
Black killed the program director but first let him sniff some blow
See the man with the suit?
Light up the kid with the bomber jacket and Timberland boots
Comin at you like Tupac in "Juice", I'ma get loose
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