Kool G Rap - Once Upon A Crime lyrics

[VERSE 1: Necro ] I started as a vandal in Tribeca, protection, debt collector Manhandling, murder, convert a desert to a gambling Mecca Chop chop, garages, making gwop off your garbage Construction jobs make the mob rich, harbors with barges Packed with containers and compartments With stolen objects and garments Menages in ma**age parlors and brothels in apartments Speak a word to the sergeant Snitch and you'll disappear like ElDebarge did Kid, and I'll beat the charges You'll get barbequed in your cell quadrant Choke on the foggage Esophagus, carbon monoxide, cloggage, guards watching Dodging barrages of cartridges aimed at my squadron f** you, I'll Buck at you like Rogers I'm going out like Gotti from natural causes, blood clots and heart disease Old like Corrado Soprano with blocked carotid arteries Obnoxious like Omar Suarez, more violent than Juarez Mexico with the cartels - Who's next to go? k** you manually, over 7 billion annually Money like that could buy your way into heaven, chilling casually Coke Fuhrer, celebrity status, anti-establishment Folk hero at the Copa, poking jokes at the Bureau Try to decipher the pathological mind set of a crime vet Trifer than most, knife you up close, laugh and sip wine, Moet That's how the family is You could be sent to put an end to good friend's Life and be expected to handle biz Damn [ HOOK: Necro ] Once upon a crime Two street gangsters rose up to run hip-hop Run up on you with nines Say goodnight to the bad guy We'll make you bleed Necro and Kool G Rap, we the first of a new breed Once upon a crime Two lyrical criminals, we rule the underworld The New York dons of rhyme Say goodnight to the bad guy You'll never see gangsters like G Rap and Necro again [ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ] Vendettas over violins and cellos, ships port from Portobello Kid you're a heel, you nothing short of a who*e's stilettos Boss of the fellows, 200 grand horse in the meadows Acapellas of Sinatra, Pavarotti opera Doppler effect, correct, ride by with the choppper Envelopes lookin sweet, fist and the meat district Waldorf Astoria suite, in the sheets with the heat lifted Reach and get clips, got three slick chicks Hooked to heron, all needing that needle stick fix Rubber hose on they elbows and calf muscles Rub foes out, ice picks and bra** knuckles Think sh** a joke? I'll be havin the last chuckle Rum trucks, movin the cash double We chewin pasta up in night clubs, white rugs Take your shoes off, baby, you hear me? I'll put your name up in light bulbs Rockette dancer with the white gloves Tight snug p**y on her I just might give her the bookie corner This crook be on her Yeah 5 Star General sh** KGR Necro Godfathers [ Necro :Hook ]