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The Meeting (Problems or Peace) - Kool G Rap & 38 Spesh
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The Meeting (Problems or Peace) Kool G Rap & 38 Spesh

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The Meeting (Problems or Peace) - Kool G Rap & 38 Spesh
[Intro: Scratches by DJ Premier]
"Look young mister, what's your name"
"The mastermind name is..."
"38"
"38"
"That master that's right"
"Where you from"
"New York"
"Don't be runnin' 'round here bucking up like you the shit, little nigga"
"38"
"38"
"I thought that was special"
"Man you better raise off my face whoever the fuck you are nigga you 'bout to catch 'em"
"38"

[Chorus: 38 Spesh]
Now if you want to go to war, nigga, we could meet
Gangstas move in silence and we don't speak
Certain way that you played when you in the streets
We could make problems or we could make peace
If you want to make money, homie, we could meet
Know it ain't a problem, I got her and it's cheap
You worried about dollars, I'm worried about beef
We could make problems or we could make peace

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
On every block, I'm the gossip of Pablo product
Your work dissolve in water, my shit blow the pot up
Get up, sharp as a razor blade, he out to get major paid
Rocks on his chest, clock his neck like he Flava Flav
But play, I make your brain hang like an Asian braid
Lamping in mansions, getting laid from an Asian maid
The K will leave you head smokin' like you're blazing haze
G be the harsh fellow, y'all niggas is marshmallows
Fuck around, get roast on them sticks 'til you're hard and yellow
My hoes addicted to me, level belts, mark the elbows
Brunettes, blondes, tracks on they arms, I could start a railroad
Killers move in silence, so I'm movin' in stealth mode
To shell your whole fuckin' body like it's snail clothes
Your chain talk, nigga, get stuck like a Velcro
Bullet shells in a row, where I'm from, it's a hellhole
I weigh it out like the scale with the pel blow
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