(feat. DJ Polo)



"Late last night, two undercover police officers

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..