I Feel Bad for You Son - Kool G Rap, D-Roc

Me and my wolves are fiendin, homie we from the rotten

Heeeeey «I feel bad for you son» [-- Jay-Z

PA nine rubber grip, AK hammer plate

Roll up, get dotted up with eighteen gamma rays

Runnin with them heaters out, find out what my team about

5 Fam Click dog with the chips up, you clean the house

It’s life in the fast lane, you lames take the scenic route

G bout to get money, walk around with his peter out

Plus I’m like Rick Ross, I’m big boss and you see the clout

My hammers click off then you big floss and the heap come out

Homie can’t stand the rain, duck from my candy paint

Truck where your man is slain, we fuckin banana flames

Fuck all your glamour fame, give up the grands and chains

G in the phantom range, roll up, we bring the rains

Yeah, we skip a few, whole click we trigger pull

The potholes that Desert Eagles leave are huge so here’s the rules

Came to take it over, lay 'em face-over

Mix it with baking soda, listen to the breaks from Hova

«I feel bad for you son» [-- Jay-Z

«I can’t believe that it’s real»