"Late last night, two undercover police officers Were found, brutally murdered in a Fort Greene Apartment building in Brooklyn, New York At this time, police have no suspects Now to the weather, but first.. G tell em what time it is!"
[Kool G. Rap] I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin it No joke, because this bein broke shit just ain't makin it Cause I grew up in the fast line See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games Now I'm able to leave the cradle I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table Sittin right beside a pistol And I'm watchin my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal While he was countin the green I seen nothin but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam People was too afraid to stick him up Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up When I reached ten years old I never recalled seein any more money and drugs in the household Cause now pops was on his feet And to keep us from gettin hurt he kept his dirt in the street And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin black Because he just got your death, put on a contract Another sucker to rub Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub And many cops dropped dead I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head Cause it's hard to get by And that's why, when you're young in the streets You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose Rage is snapped away you get a page in the Daily News But I just wanna get paid off Cause if I was workin a regular nine to five I'd get laid off Some people say, sellin weight, is a death date But I can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state I ain't worried bout a brother tryin to take mines Cause my plot comes with a hundred shot nine Police are right on my heels But I'm always one step ahead of the punks makin dope deals They can't stop me cause I'm proper And if they ever try to raid they better bring choppers or helicopters I broke a lot of punks ribs Dumpin they bodies in lots, then I ran and shot up the cribs Because a brother ain't fakin it If there's a record for killin the most niggas then yo I'm breakin it I wish a brother would flex I spray him up and then take all of his money and give his girl sex That's how I'm livin in the street You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat I'm sendin punks six feet deep And gettin money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street You wanna stop what I supply Aiyyo, the hell with that, I gotta live and let die
Police, police! Everybody down, everybody down! Don't fucking move, get down! *beep beep* Hey, where is everybody? *Beep Beep* Look, there's nobody here *BEEP BEEP BEEP* What's that fucking noise? *BEEP BEEP BEEP!* It's a bomb, it's a bomb, let's go Get the fuck out of here! *flatline sound*
You gotta live and let die *explosion* Forget all that bullshit about savin the soul Some chump'll pump your ass full of bulletholes So I'm out to make a killin And all you suckers are chillin cause I ain't just an ordinary villain I got a rep for mass murder If you look bigger, I just pull the trigger, a female I just hurt her I got the .38 long But a dame can get the same if she's comin out of her mouth wrong And if you try to oppose this Next time you see your mother she'll be covered with roses It ain't about a fair fight Because I only get open for smokin suckers in daylight Another punk bites the dust Cause I just bust blood out your butt like pus The broke life I ain't missin Because now I got a lot, and that's more than a pot to piss in And if I'm sellin you ki's Just p