[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
I'm biggest lifetime combat
When there's beef with a don cat
You rhyme with your peoples
You get put up in they contract
Two steps, rack a gat from the arm strap
Wet up your North Face, severs like a swam bag
NYPD, be careful where you place your palm at
Rules to follow, a walking don like Diallo
Body donated to science, lungs in a bottle
Play and get laid flat as bums on a model
No drive-by, connect your ear drum to the nozzle
It's gunplay all day, I fiddle with clips
Spray shot in the middle with clicks
Get your brains popped to Kibbles 'N Bits
Halfway shots are riddle, the risk
Ain't no way pop griddle with this
Don't call it New York, this is Gun-Ho City
Leave your fuckin' head puffed up like done on Diddy
Shit bag on your stomach like a fat ho's titties
Everything around me ugly, it ain't no pretty
Don't pause the green if the slain thrown is iffy
Cock back the thing, drop the frame in a jiffy
Nigga tipsy, holes in your bladder drain out the whisky
Fuck a fort, nigga, turn up the flames 'till it's crispy
The flames on the side of your rings like whips in the 50's
Separate a nigga head from the frame like a mystic
I'm biggest lifetime combat
When there's beef with a don cat
You rhyme with your peoples
You get put up in they contract
Two steps, rack a gat from the arm strap
Wet up your North Face, severs like a swam bag
NYPD, be careful where you place your palm at
Rules to follow, a walking don like Diallo
Body donated to science, lungs in a bottle
Play and get laid flat as bums on a model
No drive-by, connect your ear drum to the nozzle
It's gunplay all day, I fiddle with clips
Spray shot in the middle with clicks
Get your brains popped to Kibbles 'N Bits
Halfway shots are riddle, the risk
Ain't no way pop griddle with this
Don't call it New York, this is Gun-Ho City
Leave your fuckin' head puffed up like done on Diddy
Shit bag on your stomach like a fat ho's titties
Everything around me ugly, it ain't no pretty
Don't pause the green if the slain thrown is iffy
Cock back the thing, drop the frame in a jiffy
Nigga tipsy, holes in your bladder drain out the whisky
Fuck a fort, nigga, turn up the flames 'till it's crispy
The flames on the side of your rings like whips in the 50's
Separate a nigga head from the frame like a mystic
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