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Kool G Rap

"Sandman 118 Freestyle"

[Intro]
Aiyo, check it out 1-2, 1-2
It's the Big motherf*cking L and I'm 'bout to catch wreck on this Dirtman sh*t
Yo, check it out
This is that Sandman 118 sh*t
And it's the B-I-G L straight from 139 in f*cking Lenox, Harlem, the Danger Zone
I gotta represent it, somebody gotta do it
You know what I'm saying?
Aiyo, I got a new single out, it's called MVP, the Most Valuable Poet, you know what I'm saying?
'Cause I'm the most valuable poet when it comes to this sh*t and I'ma prove it right now, check it out

[Verse]
My clique is quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome
You shoulda known not to roam through the Danger Zone
In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest
We sending faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh
Big L grew up in the slums of greed, known for drawing guns with speed
And selling tons of weed, cause I got sons to feed
And it's a must that my toast smokes, I'm not like most folks
f*ck tens and twenties, I carry ghost-notes
And it's a must that I commence to slaying
Any faggot MC who goes against the grain
I'mma smoke Pataki ass, and Rudolph Giuli' like a wooley
I keep a tooly for any moolie who act fooly
So if a n*gga disrespect L, to hell is where I'mma send em'
After I skin em' and spit some venom in em'
I run with intruders, looters and sharpshooters
Who spark buddahs and f*ck thick b*tches with large hooters
Yo, I'm the n*gga that be jumping on your stereo
When I walk the streets the b*tches be tapping they friends, like there he go!
Never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow
Try to tax mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow
Cause I never was the type to start beefs
But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop they heart beats
To hell with silly games, I play survival sports
Sometimes I be in the crib, stressed the f*ck out, with suicidal thoughts
All my life I've been a lady bruiser, a wrong chooser
School refuser, drug abuser, born loser
Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny
A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money
Now me and the devil is on the same team
I'mma hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene
I'm better than every rapper that you thought was raw
Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore
I'm not a coward, and fronting on me, I won't allow it
I'm high powered, f*cking freak b*tches like Adina Howard
Front and get your belly torn, I keep a Pelle on
I'm f*cking with Grey Poupon and Dom Pérignon
On the ave I pump rocks, quick to give a chump knots
You ain't tough, the only thing you shooting is jump shots
My style is hard like strong lumber
Cute chicks get the di*k, ugly b*tches get the wrong number

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