I know this chick  yo mami is rich  she push a six
 Living some bloodshed  her man is pushing bricks
 Crib way out in the sticks  they house looking slick
 It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
 Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks
 Honey was thick  I was the first nigga to kick
 Yo mami was thick  silk skirt with thigh split
 I couldn't quit  trying to peep out the privates
 The live shit, you know how loose I get
 I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
 Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
 The type you want to pair with, have an affair with
 ? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
 Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip
 Probably had to get with her man and shit
 Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight
 Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me
 to be dealing with mad feelings
 And even though mami was mad appealing
 Body revealing and big wheeling
 This shit is illin, I don't like it
 Fuck it, I can't fight it
 I reaching for the cordless to call Miss
 I insist to get with this
 Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick)
 "It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady"
 "Fine and how you doing boo" (chick)
 "Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through
 "we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo"
 About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo
 We link, push in the six circle circle drink
 To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
 More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
 Went for a drink ? Hot shots
 Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
 Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove
 My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke
 Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos
 Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove
 She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
 Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes
 Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet
 Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets
 As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak
 Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
 I was getting open, started laughing and joking
 We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and
 Said what the deal is, the realness
 My man is crazy as Bruce Willis
 If he catches us, he'll try to kill us
 He got a whole army of Kiiers
 Me no worry, I got the clapper son
 End of the first verse, chapter one
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 Shit is real in the field
 Thug love story

 [G. Luciano]
 So here I am
 Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos
 With this chick I don't even really know
 Steady stressing me how ill her man is
 So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway
 Straight twisting mami's back out
 Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep
 Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock
 Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man
 I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures


 [Kool G. Rap]
 The next day about a quarter to eight
 I heard a squeek on the staircase
 Got the gat from under the pillow case
 Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken
 Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen
 I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking
 The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing
 Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and
 I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash
 Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
 Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee
 With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony
 Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth
 Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it
 We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled
 Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel
 The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real
 Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill
 In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees
 Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these
 Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped
 The other six started to pop, I feel something hot
 I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped
 Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick
 She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
 I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
 Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in
 Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin
 The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten
 Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat
 Pulled over the Jeep get it in
 And took a rest stop at the river bend
 We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering
 Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom
 Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound
 Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon
 Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb
 Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda
 She rode the dick like a honda
 I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda
 She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm
 My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism
 Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism
 I thought about the realism
 Niggas coming and bring they steel with them
 I got just the thing to deal with them
 Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed
 Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that
 So quick spread out and play the layout
 Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out


 [G. Luciano]
 Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something?

 [Mami]
 I'm a little worried baby

 [G. Luciano]
 Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright
 Everything is gonna be alright

 [Mami]
 OK

 [G. Luciano]
 Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money
 You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever
 And we gonna get out of there, alright?

 [Mami]
 Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito

 [G. Luciano]
 Alright, grab that bag money

 [Mami]
 Let's do this, baby


 [Kool G. Rap]
 After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and
 Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons
 Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random
 Five hundred grand is buried in the sand
 We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough
 She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls
 I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those
 Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's
 Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O
 Told the chick, yo you moving to slow
 Speed it up baby, we got to go
 And get this plane and hit the Caymans
 With the payment, somebody came in
 A platoon of goons with heaters aiming
 I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and
 Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying
 But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and
 Put the heater to the chicks brain and
 I let my two guns drop, they got the drop
 They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht
 The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot
 Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot
 Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish
 Thinking he's out to take advantage
 So we're out in the fucking Atlantic
 With no lifesavers and stranded
 Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore
 Said, "amor you won't be pretty no more"
 Took us on a tour, down in the deck
 Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet
 Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec
 Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed
 We up beside a horrible mess
 I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S
 So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest
 Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless
 The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest
 Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left
 Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath
 Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck
 Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast
 Held her in my arms till her soul finally left
 I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death
 A real thug lost the only women he loved
 And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above
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