Gooch ft. Kool G Rap - āFifty Wayzā
[Emcee(s): Gooch and Kool G Rap]
[Producer(s): Sir Jinx]
[Verse 1: Gooch]
Yeah, fuck it
Iām from The City That Neverā
Sleeps,ā
so how canā
I sleep?
When, every week, thereās aā
freak sweating athletes in
New Jeeps. Aināt the type to roll in Cherokee, my style
Is something darely in the Hills of Beverly merrily
S-Class in mint condition. To call me indecent
Proposal with my million-dollar propositions? Listen
I feed thoughts like I was Hitler, Iām out to hit ya
No matter whoās standing with ya, Iām out to get ya
You say you wanna leave? Youāre leaving now? Just leave us
Thanks to Jesus, I received more bread than [?]
Itās, like, today, n***as donāt like to [?]
(Ay, n***a, where you from?) Iām from the city where the formās at
Iām getting dirty looks from top cops like they wanna
Stop, pop at me ācause Iām in a Beemer top-drop
And be a nice guy for what? N***as been killing
Every day, but now, like Mary Kay, I wanna makeup?
Wake up, I put the AK to the first n***a that say, āHeyā
Back up and call for āMaydayāāshit, why not? Thatās how all they play
If you get me, you better get me ācause, if yāall donāt get me
I swear to God Iām taking all you motherfuckers with me
[Hook: Kool G Rap]
Thereās fifty
Ways to die, n***a, step it up and choose one ācause n***as
Out there in the streets donāt give a fuck where you from, and aināt
A motherfucking bullet prejudiced in my gun. Thereās fifty
Ways to die, n***a, step it up and choose one
[Interlude: Kool G Rap]
Yo, yo, yo, whatās up, kid? What? Them n***as is fronting, kid? (Iām ready to see you) Whatever, kid, man. I donāt give a fuck, son, knowām saying?
[Hook: Kool G Rap]
Thereās fifty
Ways to die, n***a, step it up and choose one ācause n***as
Out there in the streets donāt give a fuck where you from, and aināt
A motherfucking bullet prejudiced in my gun. Thereās fifty
Ways to die, n***a, step it up and choose one
[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]
Late at night
11PM, weāre three-deep with heat, ready to
See him. He pulled up in a black BM. We tucked
The chin, seen himāno escape, no running nor no fleeing
Ran to the driverās side and put three in. Through the dark
Tinted windows, I see him bleeding, leaking, lungs wheezing
And barely breathing, died up in ICU the next evening
But we donāt murder without no reason, we get the trigger
Squeezing, this was [?] for committing treason. That shit was
Out of season, out of blindside. Take the Glock, take the fifth
And put it in his stash spot. Son, here come the mad cops
I see that same one from that last head-drop. Bury that heat
Down in that big grass lot. Fuck them bitch-ass cops
We aināt getting knockedāyo, that shit wack. I see that
Foul snake conversating with jake, hope he aināt trying to
Perpetrate. Yo, son, that n***a be fake, deflate, had nerve
To show his face up in my man wake. Jakes about to jinx him
Word up, son, if that n***a stunt, yo, Iāma have to sting him
Run up on him and bang him with the motherfucking Ingram
You know how we do: the crime way, the nine way
Massacre shit like Valentineās Day
[Hook: Kool G Rap] (x2)
Thereās fifty
Ways to die, n***a, step it up and choose one ācause n***as
Out there in the streets donāt give a fuck where you from, and aināt
A motherfucking bullet prejudiced in my gun. Thereās fifty
Ways to die, n***a, step it up and choose one
[Bridge: Kool G Rap]
Thereās fifty
Ways to die, n***a. Die, n***a
Die, n***a. Die, n***a
[Outro: Kool G Rap]
No motherfucking doubt, boy
G Rap holding it down, Kool G Rap is four-pound
Jinx, you lay it down. Nobody make a sound, nahāmean?
Underworld crime from New York, baby