Blaze Wit Ya'll Lyrics
| Song | Blaze Wit Ya'll |
| Artist | Kool G Rap |
| Album | The Giancana Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carr, Stinson, Wilson | |
| (Yo!! G Rap nigga) See y'all thought it was a game right? | |
| Like y'all ain't know this was gon' happen? (Jinx Da Juvy) | |
| We {*censored*} for life, we known for holdin it down | |
| Gun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever (word) | |
| We ain't havin none of that, you heard? (word) | |
| [Chorus: G Rap + Juvy] | |
| [Kool] If you about dough, we can get paid wit y'all | |
| [Jinx] Wanna ball out, we can get laid wit y'all | |
| [Kool] You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y'all | |
| [Jinx] Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y'all | |
| [Kool] You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y'all | |
| [Jinx] You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y'all | |
| [Kool] You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y'all | |
| [Jinx] You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y'all! | |
| [Kool G Rap] | |
| This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugs | |
| My real killers out on the corner that's seen blood | |
| My wild niggaz schemin with snubs, fiendin for grub | |
| Eatin off the streets, triple-beamin the drugs | |
| The ones that put a red beam in your mug | |
| The ones that bug and be in the clubs | |
| and hide whips, gleamin with dubs | |
| This one goes out to my peoples | |
| that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel | |
| in back of the spots but chop on the lethal | |
| Then pop goes the weasel | |
| If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles | |
| We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles | |
| Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle | |
| Lay you down with shots that are cerebral | |
| Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal | |
| Hop like Kenieval, pass the cops in our Regals | |
| Above blowin like diplomats, me and my click of cats | |
| Duck when we spit the gat or get your shit twisted back | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Jinx Da Juvy] | |
| That young fella straight from the slums and that's that | |
| Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack | |
| Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at | |
| So play crazy and this 380'll twist your cap back | |
| Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at | |
| Duckin the boys in blue, with jumps in asscrack | |
| Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster | |
| for niggaz schemin so I'm fiendin to bend your wig over | |
| You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over | |
| Without a license, gettin brain in a tint Rover | |
| But not for nuttin, a frontin dude get popped for frontin | |
| Y'all the type to snitch when a cop's comin | |
| But that don't stop nuttin cause trust me the cop's duckin | |
| A badge don't mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin | |
| And I don't think the pig's tryin to get, popped in the stomach | |
| Or be worse, layin with they wig hotter than the oven | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Kool G Rap] | |
| G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth | |
| Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks | |
| Wheelin the 6 to cribs on hills in the sticks | |
| Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit | |
| Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin krills on the strip | |
| Now we, spillin the Crist', niggaz still with the hits | |
| Won't stop until I cop a half-a-mill' for the wrist | |
| Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst | |
| G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up | |
| Harsh killer hold the hammer like 20 bar villains | |
| Spit flames like Godzilla, menage-a-trois in large villas | |
| Pack the trey-pound God pealer | |
| It's a hard thriller mob chiller | |
| Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer | |
| Y'all niggaz is yard squealers; play around and be a scar feeler | |
| A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Kool G Rap] | |
| What? (G Rap nigga) Black {*censored*} fam baby, uhh | |
| (Jinx Da Juvy) The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? 2000 shit | |
| Here to rule shit | |
| All y'all weak niggaz fall back | |
| Brrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here |
| zuo ci : Carr, Stinson, Wilson | |
| Yo!! G Rap nigga See y' all thought it was a game right? | |
| Like y' all ain' t know this was gon' happen? Jinx Da Juvy | |
| We censored for life, we known for holdin it down | |
| Gun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever word | |
| We ain' t havin none of that, you heard? word | |
| Chorus: G Rap Juvy | |
| Kool If you about dough, we can get paid wit y' all | |
| Jinx Wanna ball out, we can get laid wit y' all | |
| Kool You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y' all | |
| Jinx Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y' all | |
| Kool You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y' all | |
| Jinx You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y' all | |
| Kool You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y' all | |
| Jinx You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y' all! | |
| Kool G Rap | |
| This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugs | |
| My real killers out on the corner that' s seen blood | |
| My wild niggaz schemin with snubs, fiendin for grub | |
| Eatin off the streets, triplebeamin the drugs | |
| The ones that put a red beam in your mug | |
| The ones that bug and be in the clubs | |
| and hide whips, gleamin with dubs | |
| This one goes out to my peoples | |
| that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel | |
| in back of the spots but chop on the lethal | |
| Then pop goes the weasel | |
| If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles | |
| We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles | |
| Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle | |
| Lay you down with shots that are cerebral | |
| Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal | |
| Hop like Kenieval, pass the cops in our Regals | |
| Above blowin like diplomats, me and my click of cats | |
| Duck when we spit the gat or get your shit twisted back | |
| Chorus | |
| Jinx Da Juvy | |
| That young fella straight from the slums and that' s that | |
| Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack | |
| Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at | |
| So play crazy and this 380' ll twist your cap back | |
| Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at | |
| Duckin the boys in blue, with jumps in asscrack | |
| Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster | |
| for niggaz schemin so I' m fiendin to bend your wig over | |
| You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over | |
| Without a license, gettin brain in a tint Rover | |
| But not for nuttin, a frontin dude get popped for frontin | |
| Y' all the type to snitch when a cop' s comin | |
| But that don' t stop nuttin cause trust me the cop' s duckin | |
| A badge don' t mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin | |
| And I don' t think the pig' s tryin to get, popped in the stomach | |
| Or be worse, layin with they wig hotter than the oven | |
| Chorus | |
| Kool G Rap | |
| G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth | |
| Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks | |
| Wheelin the 6 to cribs on hills in the sticks | |
| Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit | |
| Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin krills on the strip | |
| Now we, spillin the Crist', niggaz still with the hits | |
| Won' t stop until I cop a halfamill' for the wrist | |
| Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst | |
| G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up | |
| Harsh killer hold the hammer like 20 bar villains | |
| Spit flames like Godzilla, menageatrois in large villas | |
| Pack the treypound God pealer | |
| It' s a hard thriller mob chiller | |
| Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer | |
| Y' all niggaz is yard squealers play around and be a scar feeler | |
| A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller | |
| Chorus | |
| Kool G Rap | |
| What? G Rap nigga Black censored fam baby, uhh | |
| Jinx Da Juvy The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? 2000 shit | |
| Here to rule shit | |
| All y' all weak niggaz fall back | |
| Brrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here |
| zuò cí : Carr, Stinson, Wilson | |
| Yo!! G Rap nigga See y' all thought it was a game right? | |
| Like y' all ain' t know this was gon' happen? Jinx Da Juvy | |
| We censored for life, we known for holdin it down | |
| Gun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever word | |
| We ain' t havin none of that, you heard? word | |
| Chorus: G Rap Juvy | |
| Kool If you about dough, we can get paid wit y' all | |
| Jinx Wanna ball out, we can get laid wit y' all | |
| Kool You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y' all | |
| Jinx Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y' all | |
| Kool You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y' all | |
| Jinx You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y' all | |
| Kool You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y' all | |
| Jinx You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y' all! | |
| Kool G Rap | |
| This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugs | |
| My real killers out on the corner that' s seen blood | |
| My wild niggaz schemin with snubs, fiendin for grub | |
| Eatin off the streets, triplebeamin the drugs | |
| The ones that put a red beam in your mug | |
| The ones that bug and be in the clubs | |
| and hide whips, gleamin with dubs | |
| This one goes out to my peoples | |
| that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel | |
| in back of the spots but chop on the lethal | |
| Then pop goes the weasel | |
| If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles | |
| We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles | |
| Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle | |
| Lay you down with shots that are cerebral | |
| Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal | |
| Hop like Kenieval, pass the cops in our Regals | |
| Above blowin like diplomats, me and my click of cats | |
| Duck when we spit the gat or get your shit twisted back | |
| Chorus | |
| Jinx Da Juvy | |
| That young fella straight from the slums and that' s that | |
| Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack | |
| Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at | |
| So play crazy and this 380' ll twist your cap back | |
| Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at | |
| Duckin the boys in blue, with jumps in asscrack | |
| Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster | |
| for niggaz schemin so I' m fiendin to bend your wig over | |
| You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over | |
| Without a license, gettin brain in a tint Rover | |
| But not for nuttin, a frontin dude get popped for frontin | |
| Y' all the type to snitch when a cop' s comin | |
| But that don' t stop nuttin cause trust me the cop' s duckin | |
| A badge don' t mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin | |
| And I don' t think the pig' s tryin to get, popped in the stomach | |
| Or be worse, layin with they wig hotter than the oven | |
| Chorus | |
| Kool G Rap | |
| G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth | |
| Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks | |
| Wheelin the 6 to cribs on hills in the sticks | |
| Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit | |
| Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin krills on the strip | |
| Now we, spillin the Crist', niggaz still with the hits | |
| Won' t stop until I cop a halfamill' for the wrist | |
| Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst | |
| G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up | |
| Harsh killer hold the hammer like 20 bar villains | |
| Spit flames like Godzilla, menageatrois in large villas | |
| Pack the treypound God pealer | |
| It' s a hard thriller mob chiller | |
| Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer | |
| Y' all niggaz is yard squealers play around and be a scar feeler | |
| A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller | |
| Chorus | |
| Kool G Rap | |
| What? G Rap nigga Black censored fam baby, uhh | |
| Jinx Da Juvy The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? 2000 shit | |
| Here to rule shit | |
| All y' all weak niggaz fall back | |
| Brrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here |
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