Kool G Rap - Goin In lyrics

[Intro] [?]NY Home of the thoroughbreds, Ya Know HumpDay productions, let's go [Verse 1] They got the whole world counting on this come back City to city like where the f** your son at? Wasting too much time f**ing with them dumb rats Whoever slept on the boy, shouldn't have done that Now go stand in the corner, here put on your dunce hat He real with it He co*ks both of his guns back He about to make a call to Cali for his Spanish Muscle Then I'mma spin one of you n***as like the Spanish hustle You ain't here Be from Queens, cos the can is muffle He moved a shaker so hard He turned the land to rubble Dumb dopes you just opened up a can of trouble I bet my life on it mack That this is the gambler's double It's not a good look, don't make them have to paint a picture Give rose beds put your head with a train of clickers I see you n***as not seeing like a gang of Hitlers When arousing a black cloud it's gonna bring a twister [Hook] Surgical scrubs, check Surgical gloves, check I murder you mugs Now clear I'm about to go in Mask for the mug, check Sponge for the blood, check Now give ‘em the d** And clear I'm about to go in Scissors and knife, check Now give me some lights, check Get six of them wipes And clear I'm about to go in Pins and the lube, check A few of them tubes, check Some medical glue Now clear I'm about to go in [Verse 2] There's only room in this town for one dude in black And I'll pack lead in your back like school is back I'll leave you n***as with waves like it's a hula snack You look a little tired homie, you could use a nap You ain't got to tell me twice where the food is at He keeps shots in his arms like a user's tracts Dum-Dums all in his guns like it's a foolish strap No child line skipping here True pursuit are back Mine is enterprise crime, you's a petty crook You throw that hoodie on it's about to be a heavy juxe I'm about to leave a smoke cloud like some deadly kush Well, well, well lookie what we have here Shell, shell, shell, nobody now the path clear Nothing but cash here Y'all just looking half queer Sixteen ruler headlights like I'm about to smash deers And put 'em in the gra** dere Be on their last steers I leave your head missing a side like it's a bad pair I'm taking your spot I'm about to put my flag here [Hook] [Verse 3] Save your wack verses OK [?] I don't feel your raps And you don't know me boy, don't try to get familiar cat Orangutangs trying to tangle with the silverbacks [A couple of things from out the bing will leave 'em real relaxed?] You had your run time the fun's over, chill with that You Fred Flintstone n***a Where your Wilma at? I'm onto my dividends, was born for the Entenmann's Ya toddlers in the play pen G will put an end to them There's hope man The dope man is coming with the thick/fix syringe I see your pay day is Friday Some drinks again [?] You made a little name but now your flame is flickering Only they counting as if this cheddar never makes it friend He on his grind game he heading for the strips again Clown don't make me have to come around this b**h again [Hook]