A Thugs Love Story (Chapter I, II, III)

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Kool G. Rap
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[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 We chattered a bit, slipped 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 Jacuzzi 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 Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [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 [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 ful

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