Текст песни Black Widow - Kool G Rap
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...
[Unknown
singer]
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
[Verse
1:
Kool
G
Rap]
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
bloodspill,
a
black
widow
[Chorus:
unknown
singer]
+ (Kool
G
Rap)
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)
[Verse
2:
Kool
G
Rap]
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]
[Verse
3:
Kool
G
Rap]
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
1 My Life (Remix)
2 Thug For Life
3 Where You At
4 Holla Back
5 It's Nothing
6 Drama
7 Drama (Bitch Nigga)
8 Thug Chronicles
9 Blaze Wit Ya'll
10 Black Widow
11 Fight Club
12 Good Die Young
13 The Streets
14 Gangsta Gangsta
15 My Life (remix)
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