They Killed Pookie

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Hall & Nash - Rap, New York Rap

They Killed Pookie

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[Intro] Serious Sounds [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Aye yo Aye yo, my kicks cost $2000 Same wing for a week, but the money piling Caught a body up in Webster Hall I used to battle for commissary, I never lost The '86 Saab apple sauce (Skrrr) Fashion Week tiger sweeten up the catalogue Thought I seen Chine Gun so I got a ghost One Heckler shot, your brains adios Chain on the S got chain Gave the fiends some work, they used the stove, I did my thing More money bring more pussy I ain't a rapper, nigga, don't push me Can't wait to see Bacon one day, somebody die everyday my way Mister S.E. marvelous, the coupe 300 like Spartacus I'm from where, your mom's on crack and you're fatherless The SK, I stuck the cartridge in (Brrrrrt) Fryin' work in the skillet, mixed with margarine I'm slaughterin' [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Unfold the AR like a futon Body you with a suit on like Brother Mouzone Heh, a thousand pounds of 'Zona straight from Tuscon My youngin let off a drum from back of a Yukon (Brrt) Jump out the Phantom, Don C 2 on Cuban weigh two kilos, I got two on (Hahahaha) Still reppin' the same blocks that I grew on Machine, bitch, I kill everything I spew on (Kay) M-16's with the shell catchers (Uh) I'll bet you rappin' ass niggas never felt pressure I like the Concord 11's, but the 12's fresher Movin' straight drop cuz it sell better (Woo) We the illest, don't misconstrue, I stay with a bitch or two Stomp a bone out you in my Christian Lou' Lift you off your feet, I get the blick and I ain't missin' you (Brrt) I'm Conway, nigga, every verse a brick or two My dog knock you down for a half a cake (He'll finish you) Then run to Atlanta like Pastor Ma$e (Hahahaha) They gave Don seven for a ratchet case (Free my nigga) Killa Tone droppin' bodies, he ain't tat his face I use the G code just to crack the safe (Huh) Griselda bucket on the rattlesnake (You see 'em) Fryin' lobster with a glass of grapes Hall and Nash, we winnin', them niggas had to hate (Hah) Conway [Outro] Ayo So lemme get this straight, everybody, two-thirds, of the legendary Wolf Pack, are in this building!

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Credits

Writers
  • Conway the Machine
  • Westside Gunn