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    Kool G Rap / Lyrics

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    "Black Widow" Lyrics

    Kool G Rap

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    She tossed the flamer '94 walked into danger
    Behind the wall fought with a banger
    Trapped in the beast, gas released, a rat deceased
    Back on the street, back on her feet
    Clappin' the heat

    She's dressed to kill
    Iced-out head to toe, a snake in black
    She's cleared, to, get ill
    She's about the dough, the black widow

    Yo, she was a tight bird, female version of Iceberg
    To put in the right words
    Played the right curves, beige and white birds
    The type she served it was quite superb
    Ran through the city in a white suburb
    Lived in a predominantly white suburb
    She liked the herb, rockin' all the richest type of furs
    Make your life submerge if you strike a nerve
    Dough she like to splurge
    Shine of her light blurs from off her finger
    Honey was off the ringer, the way she tossed the flamer
    '94 walked into danger, behind the wall fought with a banger
    Trapped in the beast, gas released, a rat deceased
    Back to the street, back on her feet
    Clappin' the heat, from the back seat, in back of a jeep
    Stackin' the heat, pilin' the ones
    Made her point when violence was brung
    Regulated and balanced the slums
    Brought in a cat with a talent for guns
    Click quick to silence a Dunn
    Convoys of black limos
    Employs strapped with mack millos
    Bustin' off caps through a cracked window, that's the MO
    Push your wig back, make you a black Leno
    The feds on her tracks got the phones tapped for info
    Tryin' to map the dividend flow, and where the ends go
    Checkin' on whose name the Benz go
    Who pushes the buttons when Mac-10's blow
    A rose on a black satin pillow
    The silhouette of her web, killin' for blood spill, a black widow

    [Chorus]
    She's (out for blood) dressed (for the kill) to kill (bustin' slugs)
    Iced-out (shit is real) head (livin' crime) to toe (life of crime)
    A snake (droppin' heads) in black (pullin' nines)
    She's cleared (dodgin' heat) to (play the street)
    Get ill (let the guns blow, had to eat)
    She's about (copped the raw) the dough (went to war)
    The black widow (beef no more, cold fours at your door)

    She was married but four times a widow
    The fifth time ditto, kiddo
    Step out of line, kitko, she spit nines and shi-dells
    Put a pound to the tip of your niddose
    Put em in line piddles
    Diamond-stud shinin' the clito', the web spinnin'
    With bloodstains soaked in the bed linen
    Spread venom, known for bustin' the lead grinnin', tilted red brimmin'
    Makin' the lights inside of your head dimmin'
    Givin' head to men and, leave a knife in they chest with a red ribbon
    Bread to swim in, foes get left deader than Lennon
    Threads of linen, sippin' gin with a shread of lemon
    Dead-up thoroughbred, slim and trim and stackin cake like Emminger's
    Under the down coat brown coat like cinnamon
    She went to have the Benjamins, for that she injure men
    Send a squad to go and injure men that injure men
    On top of that she popular, hit the opera
    Francis Ford Coppola, mezzanine she's with binoculars
    You even think about poppin' her, stoppin' her, moppin' her, droppin' her
    Hard with bodyguards divin' on top of her
    Cops in they Blu-Blockers watchin' her, steady clockin her
    Jock her, dreamin' of knockin' her, thinkin' a scheme for knockin' her
    Dress provocative, show the cleavage between her knockers
    Bust a sock off with a blocker to rasta inside her locker
    She cover the bills though, restaurant delicatessen Armadillo
    White Willow, strike of the black widow

    [Chorus]

    She held a white weddin'
    Type settin' just like a sight from heaven
    Spend twice the bread'n from her last rice on her head'n
    All types of presents, striking presence
    Bodyguards ready to light they weapons, ignite the Wessons
    Refuse to live the life of a peasant
    Days and nights was right and type pleasant
    At the foot of the aisles, took vows
    With all the criminals and crook pals
    That put smiles on niggaz' necks while they look foul
    Piles of cops peepin' her central book files
    Beef them niggaz cook wild, groom lookin shook style
    Forced into marriage, horse and a carriage
    Remember lifespan shorter than average, lady boss flossin her carats
    Dreams to get rich and perish in Paris
    Cherish the cabbagem, makin' her path out of the church passage
    Thugs they do they dirt massive
    Skirt slashed, first class, Doni Amberg glasses
    Flirt with her lashes
    Snapshots, smirk for the flashes
    Plots to leave her murked in the masses
    Two killin' experts on the grasses
    Put in they Tec work for the cashes
    Leave the Earth hurt with a passion
    Two louds shots burstin' in action
    Made her head jerk from the blastin
    Lady down, holdin' her shirt gaspin', hit by another turf assassin
    Reason not even worth askin; the facts are real, though
    Got her cap peeled for stackin' real dough
    Lifestyle brillo when you're rollin' for krill dough
    Death of a black widow
    This song was submitted on November 20th, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Andrew Armstrong, Ra Wilson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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