A Thug's Love Story (chapter I, Ii, Iii) Lyrics - Singles - Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

[Kool G Rap] 

I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six 

Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks 

Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick 

It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick 

Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks 

Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick 

Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split 

I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates 

The live shit, you know how loose I get 

I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit 

Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick 

The type you want to pair with, have an affair with 

? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip 

Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip 

Probably had to get with her man and shit 

Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight 

Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me 

to be dealing with mad feelings 

And even though mami was mad appealing 

Body revealing and big wheeling 

This shit is illin, I don't like it 

Fuck it, I can't fight it 

I reaching for the cordless to call Miss 

I insist to get with this 

Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick) 

"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady" 

"Fine and how you doing boo" (chick) 

"Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through 

"we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo" 

About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo 

We link, push in the six circle circle drink 

To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks 

More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint 

Went for a drink ? Hot shots 

Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's 

Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove 

My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke 

Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos 

Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove 

She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe 

Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes 

Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet 

Ja'causezi four feet deep, with satin sheets 

As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak 

Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks 

I was getting open, started laughing and joking 

We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and 

Said what the deal is, the realness 

My man is crazy as Bruce Willis 

If he catches us, he'll try to kill us 

He got a whole army of Kiiers 

Me no worry, I got the clapper son 

End of the first verse, chapter one 

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Shit is real in the field 

Thug love story 

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[G. Luciano] 

So here I am 

Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos 

With this chick I don't even really know 

Steady stressing me how ill her man is 

So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway 

Straight twisting mami's back out 

Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep 

Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock 

Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man 

I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures 

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[Kool G. Rap] 

The next day about a quarter to eight 

I heard a squeek on the staircase 

Got the gat from under the pillow case 

Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken 

Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen 

I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking 

The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing 

Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and 

I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash 

Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass 

Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee 

With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony 

Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth 

Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it 

We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled 

Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel 

The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real 

Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill 

In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees 

Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these 

Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped 

The other six started to pop, I feel something hot 

I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped 

Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick 

She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips 

I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and 

Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in 

Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin 

The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten 

Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat 

Pulled over the Jeep get it in 

And took a rest stop at the river bend 

We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering 

Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom 

Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound 

Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon 

Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb 

Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda 

She rode the dick like a honda 

I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda 

She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm 

My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism 

Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism 

I thought about the realism 

Niggas coming and bring they steel with them 

I got just the thing to deal with them 

Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed 

Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that 

So quick spread out and play the layout 

Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out 

[G. Luciano] 

Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? 

[Mami] 

I'm a little worried baby 

[G. Luciano] 

Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright 

Everything is gonna be alright 

[Mami] 

OK 

[G. Luciano] 

Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money 

You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever 

And we gonna get out of there, alright? 

[Mami] 

Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito 

[G. Luciano] 

Alright, grab that bag money 

[Mami] 

Let's do this, baby 

[Kool G. Rap] 

After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and 

Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons 

Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random 

Five hundred grand is buried in the sand 

We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough 

She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls 

I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those 

Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's 

Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O 

Told the chick, yo you moving to slow 

Speed it up baby, we got to go 

And get this plane and hit the Caymans 

With the payment, somebody came in 

A platoon of goons with heaters aiming 

I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and 

Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying 

But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and 

Put the heater to the chicks brain and 

I let my two guns drop, they got the drop 

They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht 

The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot 

Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot 

Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish 

Thinking he's out to take advantage 

So we're out in the fucking Atlantic 

With no lifesavers and stranded 

Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore 

Said, "amor you won't be pretty no more" 

Took us on a tour, down in the deck 

Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet 

Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec 

Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed 

We up beside a horrible mess 

I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S 

So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest 

Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless 

The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest 

Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left 

Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath 

Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck 

Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast 

Held her in my arms till her soul finally left 

I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death 

A real thug lost the only women he loved 

And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above 

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