Kool G Rap - Thug Chronicles (unreleased Version) Lyrics - Mobb Deep

(Kool G Rap Talking) 

Queens shit, we bring the thug shit for real nigga 

You know how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it 

Straight direct at you kid 

(Kool G Rap Verse 1) 

Like a Don from out of Sicily 

Under the arm is where the pistol be 

Top of your forehead the kissl will be 

Plant it ever so soft and gentle but die viciously 

Hours of torture before the torture apply misery 

Days before I feel pity to give a guy liberty 

Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all glittery 

I'll die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me 

40 storeys up inside a high-rise in Italy 

No hittin' forces only natural crosses could liver me 

Gray hairs from the great years the fears never shiver me 

Reminiscing how we car bombed ignitions 

And Politicians, Judges strong-armed to listen 

Men turning up dead or hurt, harmed and missing (forever) 

Bulletproof cars are driven Teflon edition 

Bodies cut up in large chunks thrown in car trunks 

Music inside the bar stunk . . . 

Gettin surrounded by bitches blowin' some Cons drunk 

When I'ma stone face goons will make your heart pump 

Electrocution with cables that make your car jump 

The yard punks, the sin with the life sentence for sellin hard junk 

The family, the whole commission 

Has been around since the days before prohibition 

Mathematics was good then, no slow addition 

Some overdose down the coke slope and dope addiction 

Lookin' back on them days I ran a whole division 

Some of the jake in the State was tryna throw the mission 

They caught a chick and brought her to hell with no admission 

Beyond these tracks . . . 

Our life and network of sippin' bourbon and Cognac 

First version observing the stocks and bonds we stack 

Thug chronicles these are the days of Don G Rap 

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(Havoc) 

Wit' murder on his mind take it in blood 

We takin' that aim at niggaz throwin' shit in the game 

(Havoc Hook) 

Yo, How it feel when we coming at you 

These gats blowing at you 

Personally don't give a fuck where you at 

And an unfamiliar face you know we like who that 

On point nigga it ain't goin down like that 

(Kool G Rap Verse 2) 

We do our thing under handily still 

Tuck a mil for the family will 

Mansion and hot wheels in Amityville 

Treat a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeel 

Break the code of silence just hand me the steel 

For every wrong done a man will be killed 

There's plans to re-build . . . 

Curtains and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for real 

Until then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill 

Or catch me laid up in the canopy ill 

With two mami's handing me thrills 

Vivica Fox body vanity grills 

Rubberbanding these bills 

Tryna duck the fame of the glamor 

Tryna stay from out the range of the scanners 

Not tryna get my frame in a camera 

Avoid tabloids and front pages 

Bumps get knocked off and bumped for favors 

Collect Trump papers with pumps and gauges 

Royal suites when I bunk in Vegas 

Got homicide searching the city dumped for neighbors 

Pinky ring with a chunk of glacier 

Copped a spot with a bunch of acres 

Some them got their bodies slumped from capers 

Bossileno had tux and gators 

Got a crib full of house maids, butlers and waiters 

My clique from the minor league, jump the majors 

We gon' rock it 'til we jackpot fuck them haters 

If we have to run up in City Hall abduct the Mayor 

Any man against the national plan get bucked wit craters 

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(Havoc Hook 3X) 

(Kool G Rap Talking) 

Word, Y'all know what it's about 

Strictly about the big things, know what I'm sayin' 

Big money, big cribs, know what I'm sayin' 

Bitches with big asses, word up 

Big chains and shit, know what I'm sayin' 

Everything big kid think big, know what I mean 

Big Guns and all that, y'all niggaz is big time dick suckers tho' 

Y'all don't know