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kool g rap and dj polo - nuff said lyrics

[kool g. rap]
here’s the motherf-ckin magnificent
i’ll even bag innocent motherf-ckers
see suckers like there was ten i sent
so if you come in my way – great, i pull out the trey – eight
kool g. rap’s your fate, and not your playmate
so all you n-gg-z on the floor, b-tchin that sh-t is dead
tell it to the motherf-ckin mortician
so get ready to let the led out, i’m knockin n-gg-z dead out
and blowin the back of your f-ckin head out
cookin n-gg-z better than mama’s dinner
so let the drama enter, i’m sendin n-gg-z to the trauma center
because i’m rollin with force, tearin n-gg-z out the frame
like they was pictures of a b-tch that i divorced
boss, so come on n-gg-, get wild and loose
i whoop your motherf-ckin -ss and get arrested for child abuse
even your b-tch can get it n-gg-
i shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
and pull the f-ckin trigger
goin psycho like norman bates, g. you better sedate
because lately n-gg-z ain’t able to take me
it ain’t a man in the land that can stand g. rap
save that candy-rap, sh-t for the handicapped
n-gg-z’ll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
f-ckin with me, y’alld rather f-ck with the aids virus
cause i set em up wet em up like sprinkles
and put n-gg-z to sleep longer than rip van winkle
the quicker the sh-t, the quicker the hit, i’m peakin a fit
leavin n-gg-z sicker than liberace’s d-ck
good luck, another hood bucked
i kick you so far up your -ss i get my motherf-ckin foot stuck
see i manage to give n-gg-z more than a bandage
blue cross and blue shield, couldn’t cover the motherf-ckin damage
cause i’m bold and bigger, puttin manholes in n-gg-z
and holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers
so if you all over my d-ck just like a rubber
my rap is so fat, i make ? and ? ? blubber
you better duck, i’m like a volcano when i erupt
you b-tch–ss rappers’ll get f-cked
and you’ll be one hoe, like marilyn monroe
left on death row, because i let the gun go
bang blow your motherf-ckin brains out
but you need more than detergent to get that motherf-ckin stain out
cause i serve more crabs than red lobster’s
when i pop shots, i leave lotsa dead mobsters
put down the microphone whether unknown or famous
you’re out of luck and i don’t give a f-ck what your name is
boy you better split, cause i’ma house sh-t
my d-ck’ll be rich if you n-gg-z
wants to put your money where your mouth is
g-ssed up -ss n-gg-, come set it
cause when i pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
now you could be a gold or a platinum artist
but deep down, you f-ckin silly clowns know who’s the hardest
n-gg-z i watered down with the quarter pound
cause my slaughter sound can be caught around
and found the slaughter town
for the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo
play it again sam, put on my jams, f-ck a piano
i’m leavin lame n-gg-z brain dead
aww f-ck it, nuff said

- kool g rap and dj polo lyrics

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