Ill Street Blues - Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo
Aw yeah word up word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all. We going to swing it like this... I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan Looking like Raggedy Ann no dough in hand kicking a can Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in Because I'm dead and stinking Soles on my shoes winking t shirt is shrinking Soon I see some ties and my eyes open wide quick Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick What's up, black? Give his hand a smack Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us The drove us down to the sober section Of town where the clowns don't be paying for protection The want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders He's coming up short cause he snorts Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get caught He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues Chorus: You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues (repeat 4x) Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Sho
Artist: Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo
Title: Ill Street Blues