G Rap began working with DJ Polo in 1986, releasing several underground hit singles including "It's a Demo"/"I'm Fly." Two other singles, "Streets of New York" and "Road to the Riches," received heavy rotation on Yo! MTV Raps and cemented his reputation as one of New York's top lyrical auteurs. His talent for telling a compelling, hard-luck story in a single song was considered second to only that of Rakim. While G Rap grew in popularity, he never crossed over like Biz Markie or Big Daddy Kane, both also members of the Juice Crew.
G Rap began a solo career in the mid-1990s, released 4,5,6. This and subsequent LPs saw little attention from critics or consumers, and G Rap began collaborating with others. Signing to Rawkus Records, G Rap launched a comeback with 2002's The Giancana Story. "Giancana" also is said by Kool G Rap to be the "G" in his name in the song "Drama". The album was well-received without commercial success.
In 2008 he released Half a Klip on Chinga Chang Records, featuring production from DJ Premier and Marley Marl, among others. His 2011 album Riches, Royalty, Respect showcased his true to form style and lyricism.
Blaze Wit Ya'll
Kool G Rap Lyrics
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Like y'all ain't know this was gon' happen? (Jinx Da Juvy)
We [censored] for life, we known for holdin it down
Gun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever (word)
We ain't havin' none of that, you heard? (word)
[Chorus]
[Kool] If you about dough, we can get paid wit y'all
[Kool] You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y'all
[Jinx] Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y'all
[Kool] You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y'all
[Jinx] You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y'all
[Kool] You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y'all
[Jinx] You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y'all!
This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugs
My real killers out on the corner that's seen blood
My wild niggaz schemin' with snubs, fiendin' for grub
Eatin' off the streets, triple-beamin' the drugs
The ones that put a red beam in your mug
The ones that bug and be in the clubs
and hide whips, gleamin' with dubs
This one goes out to my peoples
that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel
in back of the spots but chop on the lethal
Then pop goes the weasel
If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles
We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles
Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle
Lay you down with shots that are cerebral
Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal
Hop like Knievel, pass the cops in our Regals
Above blowin like diplomats, me and my click of cats
Duck when we spit the gat or get your shit twisted back
[Chorus]
That young fella straight from the slums and that's that
Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack
Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at
So play crazy and this 380'll twist your cap back
Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at
Duckin' the boys in blue, with jumps in ass crack
Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster
for niggaz schemin' so I'm fiendin' to bend your wig over
You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over
Without a license, gettin' brain in a tint Rover
But not for nuttin, a frontin' dude get popped for frontin'
Y'all the type to snitch when a cop's comin'
But that don't stop nuttin' cause trust me the cop's duckin'
A badge don't mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin'
And I don't think the pig's tryin to get, popped in the stomach
Or be worse, layin' with they wig hotter than the oven
[Chorus]
G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth
Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks
Wheelin' the six to cribs on hills in the sticks
Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit
Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin' krills on the strip
Now we, spillin' the Crist', niggaz still with the hits
Won't stop until I cop a half-a-mill' for the wrist
Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst
G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up
Harsh killer hold the hammer like twenty bar villains
Spit flames like Godzilla, menage-a-trois in large villas
Pack the trey-pound God pealer
It's a hard thriller mob chiller
Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer
Y'all niggaz is yard squealers; play around and be a scar feeler
A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller
[Chorus]
What? (G Rap nigga) Black fam baby, uhh
(Jinx Da Juvy) The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? Two thousand shit
Here to rule shit
All y'all weak niggaz fall back
Brrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here
In Kool G Rap's song Blaze Wit Ya'll, the rapper talks about his experiences with violence and drugs on the streets of Queens. The song is a tribute to his fellow thugs, the people he grew up with who also suffered through violence and drugs. He says that he and his crew will do whatever it takes to hold their own and stay alive. This is shown in the lyrics when he mentions gun brawls, hand-to-hand combat, and "sharpening up the blades." Kool G Rap also talks about how he is always prepared for a fight, and that if anyone messes with him, he can "draw heat and blaze" with them.
The chorus of the song talks about different scenarios where Kool G Rap and his crew can connect with others. They can get paid together, go on shopping sprees, smoke weed, or do illegal business in secret. However, if anyone tries to mess with them or their business, they are not afraid to retaliate with deadly force.
Overall, the song is a portrayal of the harsh reality of life on the streets, where violence and drugs are a way of life. Kool G Rap's lyrics are a reflection of his experiences, and his ability to paint a vivid picture through his words makes this song a classic in the world of hip-hop.
Line by Line Meaning
See y'all thought it was a game right?
Y'all underestimated us but we're not playing around.
We [censored] for life, we known for holdin it down
Gun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever (word)
We ain't havin' none of that, you heard? (word)
We're known for our fighting skills and we won't let anyone bring us down.
If you about dough, we can get paid wit y'all
Wanna ball out, we can get laid wit y'all
You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y'all
Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y'all
You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y'all
You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y'all
You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y'all
You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y'all!
We're willing to collaborate with you in different ways or fight you if necessary.
This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugs
My real killers out on the corner that's seen blood
My wild niggaz schemin' with snubs, fiendin' for grub
Eatin' off the streets, triple-beamin' the drugs
The ones that put a red beam in your mug
The ones that bug and be in the clubs
and hide whips, gleamin' with dubs
This one goes out to my peoples
that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel
in back of the spots but chop on the lethal
Then pop goes the weasel
If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles
We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles
Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle
Lay you down with shots that are cerebral
Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal
This is dedicated to all of our gang members, drug dealers, and users that live a dangerous life on the streets. We used to be violent, but now we're 'legal' and successful.
That young fella straight from the slums and that's that
Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack
Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at
So play crazy and this 380'll twist your cap back
Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at
Duckin' the boys in blue, with jumps in ass crack
Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster
for niggaz schemin' so I'm fiendin' to bend your wig over
You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over
Without a license, gettin' brain in a tint Rover
But not for nuttin, a frontin' dude get popped for frontin'
Y'all the type to snitch when a cop's comin'
But that don't stop nuttin' cause trust me the cop's duckin'
A badge don't mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin'
And I don't think the pig's tryin to get, popped in the stomach
Or be worse, layin' with they wig hotter than the oven
As a young person, I was already involved in dangerous activities and even got expelled from school for carrying weapons. I'm always serious and not someone to mess with. I'm still carrying weapons to defend myself from those who plot against me. Even if you snitch, you won't stop us from succeeding and you won't be able to stop us from protecting ourselves.
G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth
Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks
Wheelin' the six to cribs on hills in the sticks
Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit
Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin' krills on the strip
Now we, spillin' the Crist', niggaz still with the hits
Won't stop until I cop a half-a-mill' for the wrist
Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst
G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up
Harsh killer hold the hammer like twenty bar villains
Spit flames like Godzilla, menage-a-trois in large villas
Pack the trey-pound God pealer
It's a hard thriller mob chiller
Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer
Y'all niggaz is yard squealers; play around and be a scar feeler
A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller
I'm a true gangster with a reputation for violence. We used to deal drugs, but now we're living large off our legal business dealings. We won't stop until we're really successful, and we're willing to use violence to achieve our goals. If you mess with us, you'll be sorry.
All y'all weak niggaz fall back
Don't mess with us.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DANA STINSON, DEREK CARR, NATHANIEL WILSON
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