It’s a Shame (Da Butcher’s Mix)

Lyrics

[Production by Dr Butcher] [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] And once again it's big G, runnin' the number racket's Wearin' Pelle jackets Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress Corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin' steak at Benihana's Bentley's limousine, the front yard stream is full of piranhas I'm set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck's Get a lot of sex, condo and duplex, diamond-infested Rolex Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china Sippin' on finer wine-r you see more shines than diamond miners The Highness, kingpin of heroin I'm thorough when, I have to bring the terror in Handle business in each and every borough and Town or city, I'm rollin' like Frank Nitti, I'm rich and pretty Back up kiddies, I got crimies that's grimy and gritty A nigga that's spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky Makin' most of my money, from all the dope-fiends and junkies I learned from the best; the ones that's livin' And the ones that's put to rest So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap [Hook] G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thang And if you step inside my ring, she'll bang it out and make your brains hang She sits at restaurant tables with mink foxes and sable's Drinkin' Cherenade brand label she'll rock a sucker's cradle And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce She walks around with lucci in large amounts Millions inside Swiss bank accounts Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin' her ground hoe And if you clown yo, she'll turn into a bust-a-round hoe Fly as a Heaven's Angel, got sapphires in her bangles Diamond earrings hang and dangle, gettin' money from all angles She's pretty under the New York City bright lights And real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit's tight Wake up early and make my rounds, break up, break down Packin' a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down Light up a smoke and grab a stack of C-notes Them slick stick up kids don't get no free dough, bro Cause I ain't tryin' to be broke I goes all out for G Rap and this honey, nothin's funny It's a damn shame what I gotta do to get the money [Hook] G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap, G Rap