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!"

 [Kool G. Rap]
 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 wanna 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 wanna 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! *beep beep*
 Hey, where is everybody? *Beep Beep*
 Look, there's nobody here *BEEP BEEP BEEP*
 What's that fucking noise? *BEEP BEEP BEEP!*
 It's a bomb, it's a bomb, let's go
 Get the fuck out of here! *flatline sound*

 You gotta live and let die *explosion*
 Forget all that bullshit about savin the soul
 Some chump'll pump your ass full of bulletholes
 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 resteraunt. 14 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