Kool G Rap and Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Live and Let Die

"Late last night two undercover police officers were found brutally murdered in a Fort Greene
Apartment building in Brooklyn New York. At this time police have no suspects.
Now to the weather but first G tell 'em what time it is!"

I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin' it
No joke because this bein' broke shit just ain't makin' it
Cause I grew up in the fast line
See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games
Now I'm able to leave the cradle
I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table
Sittin' right beside a pistol
And I'm watchin' my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
While he was countin' the green
I seen nothin' but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
When I reached ten years old
I never recalled seein' any more money and drugs in the household
'Cause now pops was on his feet
And to keep us from gettin' hurt he kept his dirt in the street
And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin' black
Because he just got your death, put on a contract
Another sucker to rub
Even my mother's walkin' around packin' a .357 snub
And many cops dropped dead
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
'Cause it's hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die

Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is snapped away you get a page in the Daily News
But I just want to get paid off
'Cause if I was workin' a regular nine to five I'd get laid off
Some people say, sellin' weight, is a death date
But I can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state
I ain't worried bout a brother tryin' to take mines
'Cause my plot comes with a hundred shot nine
Police are right on my heels
But I'm always one step ahead of the punks makin' dope deals
They can't stop me 'cause I'm proper
And if they ever try to raid they better bring choppers or helicopters
I broke a lot of punks ribs
Dumpin' they bodies in lots, then I ran and shot up the cribs
Because a brother ain't fakin' it
If there's a record for killin' the most niggaz then yo I'm breakin' it
I wish a brother would flex
I spray him up and then take all of his money and give his girl sex
That's how I'm livin' in the street
You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
I'm sendin' punks six feet deep
And gettin' money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street
You want to stop what I supply
Aiyyo, the hell with that, I gotta live and let die

Police, police! Everybody down, everybody down!
Don't fucking move, get down!
Hey, where is everybody?
Look, there's nobody here
What's that fucking noise?
It's a bomb, it's a bomb, let's go
Get the fuck out of here!

You gotta live and let die
Forget all that bullshit about savin' the soul
Some chump'll pump your ass full of bullet holes
So I'm out to make a killin'
And all you suckers are chillin' 'cause I ain't just an ordinary villain
I got a rep for mass murder
If you look bigger, I just pull the trigger, a female I just hurt her
I got the .38 long
But a dame can get the same if she's comin' out of her mouth wrong
And if you try to oppose this
Next time you see your mother she'll be covered with roses
It ain't about a fair fight
Because I only get open for smokin' suckers in daylight
Another punk bites the dust
'Cause I just bust blood out your butt like pus
The broke life I ain't missin
Because now I got a lot, and that's more than a pot to piss in
And if I'm sellin you ki's
Just put the G's on the bed, and then go head and take a freeze
And while you're numbin' your tongue with the yum yum
I pull out a gun, cause I want every last crumb
I put a slug in your face
Then I waits to start packin' the trap back in the suitcase
Another punk had to fry
I don't want to do it but yo I gotta live and let die

"Earlier this morning, five cops were killed And six were wounded in a raid gone bad.
Police have no leads. For any information, please call, 1-800-Stool-Pigeon.
Now back to you Rob."

"A forty-nine year old unidentified male went berzerk last night, openly firing with a twelve gauge shotgun in a crowded downtown restaurant. Fourteen people are dead including three children and four others suffered serious injuries. Police have a suspect in custody but are not releasing any information until they complete their investigation"

Written by:
Anthony D. Wheaton, Bernard Worrell, George Clinton, Nathaniel Wilson, William Earl Collins

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