It’s A Shame Kool G Rap

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
And once again, it's big G runnin' the number rackets, wearin' Pelle jackets
Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket
The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress
Corridors with Olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits
Jacuzzis and saunas, and eatin' steak at Benihana's
Bentley's, limousine, the front yard stream is full of piranhas
I'm set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck's, get a lot of sex
Condo and duplex, diamond-infested Rolex
The leather recliner, the wall units with silver china
Sippin' on finer wine-r, you see more shines than diamond miners
The Highness, kingpin of heroin
I'm thorough when I have to bring the terror and
Handle business in each and every borough and
Town or city, I'm rollin' like Frank Nitti, I'm rich and pretty
Back up, kiddies, I got crimies that's grimy and gritty
A nigga that's spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky
Makin' most of my money from all the dope fiends and junkies
I learned from the best
The ones that's livin' and the ones that's put to rest
So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes
And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps
The game is — be a real mack
The name is Kool G Rap!

[Hook: Shawn Brown]
Now, it's a damn shame what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Livin' in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holla
It's a damn shame what I gotta do just to make a dollar
Livin' in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holla