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kool g rap & 38 spesh - the meeting (problems or peace) lyrics

[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 sh-t, little n-gga”
“38”
“38”
“i thought that was special”
“man you better raise off my face whoever the f-ck you are n-gga you ’bout to catch ’em”
“38”

[chorus: 38 spesh]
now if you want to go to war, n-gga, 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 sh-t 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 n-ggas is marshmallows
f-ck 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
k!llers move in silence, so i’m movin’ in stealth mode
to sh-ll your whole f-ckin’ body like it’s snail clothes
your chain talk, n-gga, get stuck like a velcro
bullet sh-lls in a row, where i’m from, it’s a h-llhole
i weigh it out like the scale with the pel blow

[verse 2: 38 spesh]
i’ve been a threat since mama gave birth
days that i ain’t sleep, so i became worse
i put a n-gga inside the grave first
his weddin’ and his wake was inside the same church
he got married and buried by the same pastor
funeral, the cemetery the day after
since a youth, i was taught how to aim backwards
therefore, i’m not the n-gga to chase after
they wonder where i got the chips from
i told ’em, i don’t sleep ’til the bricks done
the outcome could be a hunnid years and some
but f-ck the outcome, i’m worried about the income
plenty nights i done starved to get it right
it’s kinda hard, you can’t dodge the city life
now my ice shine hard on city lights
if they pull over the car, they’ll probably give me life

[outro: scratches by dj premier]
“talk sl!ck, i’m too large to be affected”

- kool g rap 38 spesh lyrics

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