(Kool G Rap Talking)   Queens shit, we bring the thug shit for real nigga   You know how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it   Straight direct at you kid      (Kool G Rap Verse 1)   Like a Don from out of Sicily   Under the arm is where the pistol be   Top of your forehead the kissl will be   Plant it ever so soft and gentle but die viciously   Hours of torture before the torture apply misery   Days before I feel pity to give a guy liberty   Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all glittery   I'll die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me   40 storeys up inside a high-rise in Italy   No hittin' forces only natural crosses could liver me   Gray hairs from the great years the fears never shiver me   Reminiscing how we car bombed ignitions   And Politicians, Judges strong-armed to listen   Men turning up dead or hurt, harmed and missing (forever)   Bulletproof cars are driven Teflon edition   Bodies cut up in large chunks thrown in car trunks   Music inside the bar stunk . . .   Gettin surrounded by bitches blowin' some Cons drunk   When I'ma stone face goons will make your heart pump   Electrocution with cables that make your car jump   The yard punks, the sin with the life sentence for sellin hard junk   The family, the whole commission   Has been around since the days before prohibition   Mathematics was good then, no slow addition   Some overdose down the coke slope and dope addiction   Lookin' back on them days I ran a whole division   Some of the jake in the State was tryna throw the mission   They caught a chick and brought her to hell with no admission   Beyond these tracks . . .   Our life and network of sippin' bourbon and Cognac   First version observing the stocks and bonds we stack   Thug chronicles these are the days of Don G Rap      (Havoc)   Wit' murder on his mind take it in blood   We takin' that aim at niggaz throwin' shit in the game      (Havoc Hook)   Yo, How it feel when we coming at you   These gats blowing at you   Personally don't give a fuck where you at   And an unfamiliar face you know we like who that   On point nigga it ain't goin down like that      (Kool G Rap Verse 2)   We do our thing under handily still   Tuck a mil for the family will   Mansion and hot wheels in Amityville   Treat a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeel   Break the code of silence just hand me the steel   For every wrong done a man will be killed   There's plans to re-build . . .   Curtains and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for real   Until then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill   Or catch me laid up in the canopy ill   With two mami's handing me thrills   Vivica Fox body vanity grills   Rubberbanding these bills   Tryna duck the fame of the glamor   Tryna stay from out the range of the scanners   Not tryna get my frame in a camera   Avoid tabloids and front pages   Bumps get knocked off and bumped for favors   Collect Trump papers with pumps and gauges   Royal suites when I bunk in Vegas   Got homicide searching the city dumped for neighbors   Pinky ring with a chunk of glacier   Copped a spot with a bunch of acres   Some them got their bodies slumped from capers   Bossileno had tux and gators   Got a crib full of house maids, butlers and waiters   My clique from the minor league, jump the majors   We gon' rock it 'til we jackpot fuck them haters   If we have to run up in City Hall abduct the Mayor   Any man against the national plan get bucked wit craters      (Havoc Hook 3X)      (Kool G Rap Talking)   Word, Y'all know what it's about   Strictly about the big things, know what I'm sayin'   Big money, big cribs, know what I'm sayin'   Bitches with big asses, word up   Big chains and shit, know what I'm sayin'   Everything big kid think big, know what I mean   Big Guns and all that, y'all niggaz is big time dick suckers tho'   Y'all don't know