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Abba - I Am lyrics
[Kool G. Rap]
 G. Rap and my nigga G-Dep
 'Bout to do it Gorilla style, you heard
 It's a Igloo-Bad Boy collabo thing you know?
 Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it
 Coming Rambo style nigga
 Two guns up
 Y'all niggaz better duck down...or get your cap lifted off
 Thats how we doing it for the new millennium you heard?
 [Verse 1: G. Dep]
 Regardless of the wait I'm gonna stay straight ghetto
 Everybody high, don't nobody say hello
 Even when the sunshining it ain't yellow
 Get out of the borough if you know it ain't thorough
 Niggas play ball, AWOL, on the furlow
 Still came down on the furl and pumped hero
 Red and grey Max's keep as clean as Ajax
 Ghettos sling cracks while you niggas pay tax
 Now how ghetto is this?
 You can catch me in your hallway taking a piss
 One hand on my dick one hand on a spliff
 Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips
 If we aint closed it I get ferocious
 Blow this whole shit and leave me in them roaches
 In your car motion I cause commotion
 And I probably need some lotion
 But I don't get fucked
 [Chorus - G. Dep]
 I am
 A ghetto nigga you can tell in a talk
 On the corner selling the snort
 It's hell in New York
 Won't stop for a minute cops telling you walk
 Fake guards telling you pork
 Settle for shorts
 Running from court
 Newports, criminal thoughts
 On the blocks bodies acourt
 Nobody supports
 [Verse 2: Rakim]
 What's a ghetto nigga?
 Thorough niggas that get cake
 Five boroughs of niggaz do his ? a ? flip weightAbba - I Am - http://motolyrics.com/abba/i-am-lyrics.html
 Change garments to trick jake, yo dis jake
 I want it, yo I got warrants in six states
 Stay calm in a stolen whip with switched plates
 Snitches hate, I never leave a print to trace
 Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face
 On the corner with the crooked niggas, but yo shit's straight
 We start war to leave with these seven revolvers
 Shell case never touch the floor, sneaky ain't slick enough y'all
 I'm man enough to put on a dress, creep up like grand-mama and bust y'all
 Get close enough to part your vest and tux off
 Who would have thought the lady with the car crush y'all
 Too smart to get caught, but I got fam up north
 So if they put me in cuffs and court, fuck y'all
[Chorus - G. Dep]
 [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap]
 Cock back the hammer slow and pop that canteloupe
 For the venom in my python spit, it ain't no antidote
 Jackpot from crack blocks, I was a man of dope
 Snapshots'll get your camera broke
 Your hoes used to plan a gross with the hands toast, close and stand opposed
 Rubber bands of c-notes, grams of the coke
 Razor blade tuck the side the line
 The banter of the coke
 Watching niggas die with my hand on they throat
 Sinkin' river banks and wash up on land when they float
 Choking on your own words, should've watched the grammar you spoke
 One last final approach, make your whole family ghost
 Bust bottles of cham and we toast, to your photo stamped in the post
 Sex gland cut off jammed in ur throat, man are you gross
 Bitch hanging from a lampost, we shoot from up close
 Blow cannons the most, catch an overdose
 Nigga we own the coast
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[Chorus - G. Dep]
I am...
(*few seconds pass*)
I am...
{*fade out*}








