Kool G Rap
Kool G Rap - Road to the riches songtekst
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[Verse One:] When I was five years old I realized there was a road At the end I will win lots of pots of gold Never took a break, never made a mistake Took time to create cos there's money to make To be a billionaire takes hard work for years Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers Been through hard times, even worked part time In a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for dimes I was sort of a porter takin the next man's order Breakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters? All my manpower for four bucks an hour Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough But I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enough All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was weak They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek A way to get a play, and maybe one day I'll be performin up a storm for a decent pay No matter how it seems I always kept the dream All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed Dreamed about it for five years straight Finally I got a break and cut my first plate The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches [Verse Two:] I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans The cash was comin fast, money grew like grass People hungry for the blast that don't even last Didn't want to be involved but the money will getcha Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture But I still supplied, some people I knew died Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide Money, jewelry, livin like a star And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino I shot up stores and I kicked down doors Collecting scars from little neighborhood wars Many legs I broke, many necks I choked And if provoked I let the pistol smoke Loyal members in a crew now down with the game Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad In the first time in my life loanin money to dad Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches [Verse Three:] ?A thug a-mugs? for drugs, he eventually bugs Lookin for crack on carpets and rugs ?The squealers tells? but the dealer still sells Little spoiled kids inheritin oil wells I was the type on the opposite side Of smokin the pipe, in a beef I got hype Cos rags to riches switches men to witches Become stitches, body bags in ditches Bloodshed, I painted the town red People fled as I put a dread's head to bed That mean's dead, in other words deceased Face got erased, bullets got released Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped In fact that was a way to get back At enemies who tried to clock G's on my block, now they forever knock Z's Plans of rampages went for ages Some got knocked and locked inside cages Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts In God We Trust, now rots to rust Plus caps to cops, policeman drops You blew off his top when the pistol went pop Troopers, soldiers, rollin like boulders Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder Some young male put in jail His lawyer so good his bail is on sale Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last? Longer than my song but he already fell He likes to eat hardy, party Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes And than a-wait and wait and wait Til he breaks, that's all it takes So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand On his own two feet because now he's in a new land Rules are different and so is life When you think with a shank, talk with a knife Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn More money I earn, more money to burn Pushin all buttons, pullin all switches My name is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the riche