Kool G Rap - Thug Chronicles (Unreleased Version)

(Kool G Rap Talking)

Queens shit, we bring the thug shit for real nigga

You know how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it

Straight direct at you kid

(Kool G Rap Verse 1)

Like a Don from out of Sicily

Under the arm is where the pistol be

Top of your forehead the kissl will be

Plant it ever so soft and gentle but die viciously

Hours of torture before the torture apply misery

Days before I feel pity to give a guy liberty

Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all glittery

I'll die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me

40 storeys up inside a high-rise in Italy

No hittin' forces only natural crosses could liver me

Gray hairs from the great years the fears never shiver me

Reminiscing how we car bombed ignitions

And Politicians, Judges strong-armed to listen

Men turning up dead or hurt, harmed and missing (forever)

Bulletproof cars are driven Teflon edition

Bodies cut up in large chunks thrown in car trunks

Music inside the bar stunk . . .

Gettin surrounded by bitches blowin' some Cons drunk

When I'ma stone face goons will make your heart pump

Electrocution with cables that make your car jump

The yard punks, the sin with the life sentence for sellin hard

junk

The family, the whole commission

Has been around since the days before prohibition

Mathematics was good then, no slow addition

Some overdose down the coke slope and dope addiction

Lookin' back on them days I ran a whole division

Some of the jake in the State was tryna throw the mission

They caught a chick and brought her to hell with no admission

Beyond these tracks . . .

Our life and network of sippin' bourbon and Cognac

First version observing the stocks and bonds we stack

Thug chronicles these are the days of Don G Rap

(Havoc)

Wit' murder on his mind take it in blood

We takin' that aim at niggaz throwin' shit in the game

(Havoc Hook)

Yo, How it feel when we coming at you

These gats blowing at you

Personally don't give a fuck where you at

And an unfamiliar face you know we like who that

On point nigga it ain't goin down like that

(Kool G Rap Verse 2)

We do our thing under handily still

Tuck a mil for the family will

Mansion and hot wheels in Amityville

Treat a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeel

Break the code of silence just hand me the steel

For every wrong done a man will be killed

There's plans to re-build . . .

Curtains and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for real

Until then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill

Or catch me laid up in the canopy ill

With two mami's handing me thrills

Vivica Fox body vanity grills

Rubberbanding these bills

Tryna duck the fame of the glamor

Tryna stay from out the range of the scanners

Not tryna get my frame in a camera

Avoid tabloids and front pages

Bumps get knocked off and bumped for favors

Collect Trump papers with pumps and gauges

Royal suites when I bunk in Vegas

Got homicide searching the city dumped for neighbors

Pinky ring with a chunk of glacier

Copped a spot with a bunch of acres

Some them got their bodies slumped from capers

Bossileno had tux and gators

Got a crib full of house maids, butlers and waiters

My clique from the minor league, jump the majors

We gon' rock it 'til we jackpot fuck them haters

If we have to run up in City Hall abduct the Mayor

Any man against the national plan get bucked wit craters

(Havoc Hook 3X)

(Kool G Rap Talking)

Word, Y'all know what it's about

Strictly about the big things, know what I'm sayin'

Big money, big cribs, know what I'm sayin'

Bitches with big asses, word up

Big chains and shit, know what I'm sayin'

Everything big kid think big, know what I mean

Big Guns and all that, y'all niggaz is big time dick suckers

tho'

Y'all don't know