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 - Composer:
 - Andrew Venable / Nathaniel Wilson
 
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 - enwr hop
 - enwr pl
 - horrorcore
 - rap
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Kool G Rap - Executioner Style lyrics
Back in the days was kinda crazy kid I started out with nothin 
 Wasn't livin like Thanksgiving I was turkey without the stuffin 
 Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse 
 Say mama caught the drama she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths 
 Wasn't rockin Girbauds I barely had clothes and when it snowed 
 and temperatures droppin below zero you know I froze 
 No CD's a black and white TV a seat is a rubber tire 
 with a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers 
 Had nothin in my cabinet, but cans of Raid 
 I'm knockin on my neighbor's door 
 to borrow a cup of sugar for my Kool-Aid 
 I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin 
 cause my winter coat got lost buttons 
 and zippers that wouldn't stay zipped 
 I never remembered ?, the brother was straight fat cat 
 Not even a Big Mac black, I had Kid Castle topped with crackerjacks 
 Walkin the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet 
 And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek 
 So much for gettin humped from the stunts, I always struck out 
 The one y'all likes is takin hikes if you can't pull a buck out 
 So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls 
 Straight up baby, I'm blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world! 
 I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines 
 I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world! 
 I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines 
 I gotsta get mines, yeah... 
 It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back 
 "Get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road Jack" 
 Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from Corona 
 with a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin than Tony Rhoma's 
 In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a muscle 
 Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle 
 Standin down on the corner slangin fat rocks to bottles 
 with the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin my back Hobbes 
 Makin mad lucci, bought up Louis Vuitton gucci 
 Hoochies callin me boochi, while they smooch me, givin up the coochie 
 Now I'm a felon, started sellin and splittin melons 
 I started gellin, to tellin police just cause I was swellin Kool G Rap - Executioner Style - http://motolyrics.com/kool-g-rap/executioner-style-lyrics.html
 Hangin out on the corner playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo 
 Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin below 
 Yeah, straight gettin fortunate, as long as fees was torchin it 
 It started gettin hot around the block, the cops was scorchin it 
 But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me 
 cause business is drugs is gettin too risky 
 So now I just lamp, collect stamps, snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls 
 Straight up baby, I'm blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world! 
 I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines 
 I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world! 
 I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines 
 I gotsta get mines, yeah... 
 I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, "It's a Demo" 
 and started chillin in limos with champagne and tinted windows 
 Hoppin, no time for pages, sportin gold chains and rings 
 Clockin money and fame, nothin changed, I'm still the same 
 Just spendin 20's and 10's at women pullin on my linen 
 and grinnin cause I was winnin in this game from the beginning 
 The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill 
 So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills 
 I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos 
 Stole my dough, you still below, now I perfer cigars and blow Mo' 
 So catch a flashback, of a G. Rap track, attacked, like a headcrack 
 that's smack, through your cap, with the lead black 
 And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin from off my 
 two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux 
 So peep Kool G. Rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl 
 Straight up kid, I'm blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world! 
 I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines 
 I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world 
 Blowin up, blowin up in the world! 
 I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines 
 I gotsta get mines, yeah...
















