Kool G Rap - Da Heat lyrics

Still on this paperchase Load the stacks up in the safe Cause champagne tastes with beer money don't cut the cake Me and my peoples play for high stakes Look out for FBI jakes to turn up the case and place me upstate But yo its all legal Every last printed bald eagle We started out as small people now we tall and lethal From poverty, to land properties, runnin' monopolies We properly, sit in bu*ter leather sh** and mahogany Call it robbery, just as long as I grab the lottery Im tryna prospectally strictly going for jackpottery, obviously Kool G Rap I like a lotta cheese A novelty, models be stripping Like the sh**'s p**nography, the odyssey, lyrical prodigy See my philosophy like Socrates Logically cats follow me catastrophically Apostle G Your role model be and anything less is just an S.O and S. with the apostrophe f** all that hypocrisy You know who got with these lyrics about the street heat first Check my biography, its possibly Cause I was ahead of my time just like a prophecy, monstrosity n***a wanna copy me like photography Ladies: Hits so hot, come hit him up! Kool G Rap: Straight, bringin' the heat son! (4 times) We keep the raw's flowing, the Glocks blowing, the pockets swollen The poppy seed lye's growing, knots big as Samoans Got cash flowing out the colon Be on the yard dash like Jesse Owens Tryna get strikes and riches like bowling? People look out for Jakes patrolling They hate to see n***as be straight and holding mad diamonds glowing and the papers folding We rolling Kennedy Caver? status, living it lavish Cop the sh** thats as hot as a raddish Five o' one quarter carats from outta Paris My units is moving quicker than Randy Travis A lyrical style that ravishes, creeping past all your averages Carry my own weight, f** extra packages Just make sure this is quick as savages? from outta the habitat with bad habits kid! Lift up your whole wig, get you jigged just for one more hole in the Earth to dig When I spit the sh** from out the cig? Its nothing short from bloodsport to get your mug torched Listen to what the thug taught Before you get rocked, down on the block for cops to find your blood corpse From scud missles That I could sizzle your blood and tissue Got dirt by the fake ones and all the unofficials