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 riches    these lyrics are submitted by Andrew Nicholson