Holla Back Kool G Rap (Ft. AZ & Nawz)

[Intro: AZ]
Yeah... it's 2G
Brooklyn-Queens connection
Y'all bout to feel somethin', y'all never felt before
Aiyo G, you know I'm like a trey-eight special
I'm close range
Fuckin with you I gotta get AK material, banana clip style
Let's do this, let's do this

[Verse 1: Tito]
Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles
Federal slugs, the lead'll kiss you
Infra-red burners'll never miss you
All digital, hard physical, spittle you riddle you
Priest prayin' over your body while you in critical
Come in a few, give out a doz this what the semi do
See what the Henny and Rémy do
BGF, Black Gorilla Family jet, Black Godfather finesse
Fifty caliber hole surroundin' your chest
Bentley blue steel armored cars with boulder baguettes
We live in effect, blaze a gun while poppin' a Tec
Recognize killers, nigga, pop a collar to that
Gorilla breed to the death, that's the shit that I rep
Code of silence, addicted to havin' fattened the violence
AK-47 rapidly firin', got love for bloodshed and the sirens
Take banana clips to my gun, to keep my shit off balance
My heart filled with malice