It's a Shame - Kool G Rap

And once again it’s big G, runnin' the number racket’s

Wearin' Pelle jackets

Fast loot tactics, I’m well up in the millionaire bracket

The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress

Corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits

Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin' steak at Benihana’s

Bentley’s limousine, the front yard stream is full of piranhas

I’m set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck’s

Get a lot of sex, condo and duplex, diamond-infested Rolex

Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china

Sippin' on finer wine-r you see more shines than diamond miners

The Highness, kingpin of heroin

I’m thorough when, I have to bring the terror in

Handle business in each and every borough and

Town or city, I’m rollin' like Frank Nitti, I’m rich and pretty

Back up kiddies, I got crimies that’s grimy and gritty

A nigga that’s spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky

Makin' most of my money, from all the dope-fiends and junkies

I learned from the best;

the ones that’s livin'

And the ones that’s put to rest

So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes

And then I’m off to get the snaps, not the scraps

The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap

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I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thang

And if you step inside my ring, she’ll bang it out and make your brains hang

She sits at restaurant tables with mink foxes and sable’s

Drinkin' Cherenade brand label she’ll rock a sucker’s cradle

And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce

She walks around with lucci in large amounts

Millions inside Swiss bank accounts

Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami

Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties

A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin' her ground hoe

And if you clown yo, she’ll turn into a bust-a-round hoe

Fly as a Heaven’s Angel, got sapphires in her bangles

Diamond earrings hang and dangle, gettin' money from all angles

She’s pretty under the New York City bright lights

And real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit’s tight

Wake up early and make my rounds, break up, break down

Packin' a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down

Light up a smoke and grab a stack of C-notes

Them slick stick up kids don’t get no free dough, bro

Cause I ain’t tryin' to be broke

I goes all out for G Rap and this honey, nothin’s funny

It’s a damn shame what I gotta do to get the money

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