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kool g rap - pages of my life lyrics

but, i think you should know

[verse 1]
yeah, that’s right, suicide mission (feel me)
just because the boy do or die livin’
like he was born and bed stuy, 45 liftin’
n-ggas, get this guy twisted
he slide clips in
this one for my queens n-ggas that died pitchin’
i was objected to hood sh-t in mom’s kitchen
pops c-cked a pump and watched fried chicken
i’m three years old standing there my eyes were drippin’
swinging little fists on him, but only die hittin’
and the small rage i had only made him laugh
years later moms would tell me to save my -ss
memory lane pain deep as a razor slash
had a baby sister that die young her name was robyn
she went to sleep when the grim reaper was cradle rockin’
over my right shoulder here i got an angel watchin’
i put my heart on the paper with the table wobblin’
moms (???) for the time you was in labor droppin’
it probably never occurred that you would raise a (???)
far from the moves just a state of knockin’ ???
suffer long enough it’s time for something major poppin’

[hook]
yeah i’m make sure they get me right (right, dog)
flip through the pages of my life
see the scars were some chose to stick the knife
on some real sh-t, these are the pages of my life
born fighter i’m sticking to the script, precise
can’t play fair here, you got to fix the dice
lost everything i love trying to grip it tight
decided to write the real pages of my life

[verse 2]
mid-chapter, age eleven was a little b-st-rd
i’m like kids my age, wanted to fit in faster
with the older gang, joined the house robbery
wasn’t scared of doberman and their property (nah, dog)
that’s why the real n-ggas still rock with me
easy, while the paper is were i drop the weed
oe 800 we wanted, 99th of 1 of 6 we’re straight gunners (w-ssup, yo)
now the little n-gga, but his heart was humongous
my older man, frog in the schoolyard in summer
later he blew the face of jake, he doin’ numbers
most of you know how the queens do the coppers
rastas hit a top sheen with a chopper
at sixteen was on the scene and prosper
was when a n-gga moved back from a (???)
back to corona (no doubt) to homebase (word up)
from a place that made me a little grown-er
but would never forget the pjs
it’s twelve days, that fat steve kellay (???), shortee rock la, (???)
mori croc’s pelle
when we ring the top bell ay
(???) my back in the days, shortee and 12a
the best rapper from the hood that’s were the belt stays

- kool g rap lyrics

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