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For Da Brothaz
Kool G Rap Lyrics


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[VERSE 1]
I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene
Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean
Started runnin wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty's style
But deep down in heart he was still only a child
He was typin nice at ball, if he had height, y'all
Mighta been 'NBA Today', instead I watched his life fall
Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks
Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped
Started committin murder after murder



Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he
flipped him like a burger
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
And this type of street violence today happens too often
It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin
People droppin a rose when the casket is closed
Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga
It's bout whose draw is quicker
So to my shorty dog puzzled I'm pledgin
Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another

[VERSE 2]
Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone
So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on
Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods
Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good
Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars
Then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards
Then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up
Started bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up
Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights
On the double a fast life, that's when he seen his last nights
Out on the street runnin from the heat
Then got locked up from (Happy New Year!)
All the way down to (New Year's Eve!)
The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes
Got back on crackin, I let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes
And then another sad story is headed for me
When i found out another soldier died in the territory
So in memory of my dog I write a lyric
Straight hopin melodies travel from my mind to your spirit
Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin
Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3X

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street

Overall Meaning

In Kool G Rap's song "For Da Brothaz," the rapper discusses the realities of street violence and its impact on those he knew growing up. In the first verse, he tells the story of a young man who wanted to succeed in life but got caught up in the streets and ended up committing murder. Sadly, he himself became a victim of violence and died at the young age of 17. The rapper emphasizes the importance of looking out for one another and the consequences of living by the gun.


In the second verse, Kool G Rap talks about his friend K-Von who also got caught up in the streets and ended up incarcerated. After getting out, K-Von continued to live a dangerous life and eventually died in the streets. Kool G Rap reflects on the sadness of losing so many friends to violence and dedicates the song to their memories. Through his lyrics, Kool G Rap is calling for an end to the violence and the importance of taking care of each other.


Line by Line Meaning

I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene
I met a young boy when he was only 14, but our time together was brief


Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean
He was eager to achieve his dreams, but struggled to make money


Started runnin wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty's style
He began acting recklessly and living a life of crime, which was his preferred way of life


But deep down in heart he was still only a child
Despite his tough exterior, he was still just a young boy at heart


He was typin nice at ball, if he had height, y'all
He was a skilled basketball player, and could have potentially made it to the NBA if he had the height requirements


Mighta been 'NBA Today', instead I watched his life fall
If things had gone differently, he could have been a successful basketball player, but instead I watched as his life crumbled


Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks
He engaged in violent crimes and used guns to commit them


Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped
He gained respect in his community for his violent actions, and continued to commit crimes resulting in multiple fatalities


Started committin murder after murder
He became a serial killer, taking multiple lives


Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him like a burger
He killed the last person who tried to challenge or argue with him, doing so quickly and efficiently


Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
Ultimately, his own violent tendencies led to his demise


He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
He was killed by someone much younger and smaller than him


And this type of street violence today happens too often
Sadly, this type of violent behavior happens all too often on the streets


It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin
It was incredibly painful to see my friend in a coffin


People droppin a rose when the casket is closed
People pay their respects to the deceased by leaving flowers at their closed casket


Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
This is just the reality of life on the streets


They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
People often believe that violence will lead to their demise


It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga
The size of one's gun doesn't matter


It's bout whose draw is quicker
What matters is how quickly one can shoot


So to my shorty dog puzzled I'm pledgin
To my dear friend who passed away, I am making a promise


Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend
He may have died young, but he was a legend in his community


Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone
I remember hanging out with K-Von, but he has since passed away


So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on
I wrote this song to honor his memory and inspire others to stay strong


Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods
Black-o and I have known each other since we were kids, when we were both involved in criminal activities


Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars
We began spending a lot of time on the streets, stealing cars to joyride in


Then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards
We were eventually caught and sent to prison for selling drugs and stealing


Then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up
My friend was arrested for cooking and selling crack cocaine


Started bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up
After getting out of prison, he moved uptown and began causing trouble and commotion, ultimately getting himself into more legal trouble


Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights
The police were always on the lookout for him, pursuing him with flashlights


On the double a fast life, that's when he seen his last nights
He was living a fast-paced and dangerous life, which ultimately led to his death


Out on the street runnin from the heat
He was constantly on the run from the authorities


Then got locked up from (Happy New Year!)
He was arrested on New Year's Eve


All the way down to (New Year's Eve!)
He spent the entire year committing crimes before ultimately getting caught on New Year's Eve


The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes
He and I were close friends with a lot in common


Got back on crackin, I let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes
We got back to our old ways and he used my car to pick up women


And then another sad story is headed for me
Unfortunately, another one of my friends passed away


When i found out another soldier died in the territory
I was devastated to learn that another member of our community had died


So in memory of my dog I write a lyric
I am writing this song to honor the memory of my friend


Straight hopin melodies travel from my mind to your spirit
I hope that my music will uplift and inspire others


Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin
I promise to always remember and honor K-Von in my music


Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend
Even though he passed away, he will always be remembered as a legend in the Corona, Queens community


Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another
It is important to stay true to oneself, to each other, and to always watch out for one another on the streets




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