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.
Executioner Style
Kool G Rap Lyrics
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Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A nigga livin foul
As I steps inside the playground
I lays down my laws at the door
And any nigga that's lookin' for trouble
Gotsta face these silver double four's
Ready to rip a niggaz shit and make his wig slip
To the side as a homicide's committed
I gets rid of niggaz quick cause ain't no bullshit permitted
I'm a outlaw, the motherfuckin' villain doin' killings, I won't stop
Until the morgue got bodies stacked up to the fuckin' ceiling
And ain't no drivebys, a mag and a bag lady, disguised and surprise
You got a hole between your fuckin' eyes
Niggaz is grazed, catchin' strays from the blaze
Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my shit sprays
Crazy brains hangin', and niggaz veins are swingin'
Bangin' and gunslingin', even my own fuckin' ears are ringin'
'Cause what I carry's much bigger than Dirty Harry's
Do a hail Mary, I make bloody Mary's out of your capillaries
Pieces of flesh, hangin' off a niggaz chest, cause the vest
That he dress, couldn't fuck with the Smith and Wess'
Motherfuckers runnin' for miles, bodies stacked up in piles
I'm killin' executioner style
[Repeat x2]
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A nigga livin foul, "I kill em executioner style"
I keeps my forty-five loaded with dum-dums, in rear I hold this
Right at my waist for just in case somebody gots to get exploded
'Cause G. Rap ain't that nigga that try to play so nigga lay low
Or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo
Clown, keep fuckin' around, and you'll be dead G
I'm spittin' out the lead see, to split your fuckin' head like the Red Sea
Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber
Dangerous stranger, with itchy trigger fingers like Lone Ranger
I'm comin' to split your cabbage like a savage
And put two in yo' ass bitch
And one inside the wifey and the baby carriage
So head for the hills, I kills niggaz for thrills
'Causin' crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill
I will pull out the glock to clear the blocky when I cock it
Get laid and played out of pocket with a rocket in your eye socket
So raise up queers, and say your fuckin' prayers
I've been killin' for years, huntin' motherfuckers like reindeers
If one nigga's left standin, I'll squeeze the cannon (BOOM)
Opened his motherfuckin' ass like the Grand Canyon
Layin faggot niggaz like towel when I gets wild and fouol
I'm killin' executioner style
[Repeat x2]
Comin' straight off the sidewalks of New York
A nigga livin foul, "I kill em executioner style"
I take ten paces, draw my shit, and aim at niggaz faces
Leavin' no traces so a nigga's beatin' body cases
I'm wettin shit up, you get hit up, by the super soaker
Brain after brain, I'm a motherfuckin' chain smoker
'Cause it's the rootin' tootin' with the six-shooter
Put a hole in your trooper so big niggaz can hula hoop ya
Liftin' them Smith and Wessuns like the westerns
I blow out a niggaz intestines, and send him back to the fuckin' essence
Bullet rows, blows out the nose of my fo'-fo'
Gunnin down all you bozos who run and call for po-po
Send in paramedics and bring a lot of antisthetics
Motherfuckin' bodies are beheaded, niggaz are shredded
So nigga get ready to meet your fuckin' fate, when I send six trey-eight
Straight into your motherfuckin' chest plate
G. Rap been murderin' niggaz since a child, you can go and check my files
I'm killin' executioner style
[Repeat x2]
Comin' straight off the sidewalks of New York
A nigga livin foul, "I kill em executioner style"
The lyrics to Kool G Rap's Executioner Style paint a vivid picture of violent crime on the streets of New York City. The first stanza sets the stage, with the singer establishing his reputation as a killer: "And any nigga that's lookin' for trouble / Gotsta face these silver double four's / That I be packin' on my hip hollow tips inside the clip / Ready to rip a niggaz shit and make his wig slip". He goes on to assert his dominance as an "outlaw" who won't stop killing until the morgue is overflowing, and he describes in gruesome detail the damage his bullets do to his victims. The second stanza is similarly graphic, with the singer warning his enemies that they will be "dead G" if they don't stay out of his way.
The lyrics of Executioner Style are notable for their unflinching depiction of violence and their celebration of the singer's criminal lifestyle. The song is sometimes criticized for promoting the kind of criminal activity it describes. However, it can also be read as a commentary on the harsh realities of life in impoverished urban areas, where violence is often seen as the only way to achieve power and respect. Moreover, the song's relentless rhythm and aggressive delivery make it a classic of hardcore hip hop.
Line by Line Meaning
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
I am from the tough streets of New York, and I mean business.
A nigga livin foul
I live a life of crime and violence.
As I steps inside the playground
As I enter the area where I control the situation.
I lays down my laws at the door
I assert my authority and make it clear what will happen to anyone who challenges me.
And any nigga that's lookin' for trouble
And anyone who intends to start something.
Gotsta face these silver double four's
Will have to deal with my two .44 caliber guns.
That I be packin' on my hip hollow tips inside the clip
I have hollow-tipped bullets loaded in my gun's clip, ready to shoot.
Ready to rip a niggaz shit and make his wig slip
Ready to shoot someone and make them die violently.
To the side as a homicide's committed
As I shoot someone and they die.
I gets rid of niggaz quick cause ain't no bullshit permitted
I kill people quickly because I don't tolerate any nonsense.
I'm a outlaw, the motherfuckin' villain doin' killings, I won't stop
I am a criminal, a killer, and I won't stop until I am stopped.
Until the morgue got bodies stacked up to the fuckin' ceiling
I won't stop killing until there are too many dead bodies to count.
And ain't no drivebys, a mag and a bag lady, disguised and surprise
I don't do drive-by shootings; I approach quietly and surprise people with my gun.
You got a hole between your fuckin' eyes
I shoot people in the face, killing them instantly.
Niggaz is grazed, catchin' strays from the blaze
People are hit by stray bullets as I shoot my gun.
Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my shit sprays
People are shocked at how efficiently and violently I kill using my gun.
Crazy brains hangin', and niggaz veins are swingin'
People's brains and blood vessels are hanging out of their bodies after I shoot them.
Bangin' and gunslingin', even my own fuckin' ears are ringin'
The sounds of gunfire are so loud that even I am affected by them.
'Cause what I carry's much bigger than Dirty Harry's
My gun is more powerful than the one used by Dirty Harry, a famous movie character.
Do a hail Mary, I make bloody Mary's out of your capillaries
People will have to pray for their lives, but I will still kill them, causing their blood to flow.
Pieces of flesh, hangin' off a niggaz chest, cause the vest
People who wear bulletproof vests are not safe from my gun, and their flesh will hang off their chest.
That he dress, couldn't fuck with the Smith and Wess'
Even the best bulletproof vest can't withstand the shots from my Smith and Wesson gun.
Motherfuckers runnin' for miles, bodies stacked up in piles
People are running away from me for miles, and the dead bodies are piling up.
I'm killin' executioner style
I am killing people in a brutal and inhumane way, like an executioner.
I keeps my forty-five loaded with dum-dums, in rear I hold this
I always keep my .45 caliber gun loaded with dum-dum bullets and ready to go.
Right at my waist for just in case somebody gots to get exploded
I wear my gun at my waist, in case I have to shoot someone and kill them.
'Cause G. Rap ain't that nigga that try to play so nigga lay low
Because I am not someone to mess with, people should stay out of my way and try not to provoke me.
Or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo
Or else you will end up dead and in heaven with wings, a harp, and a halo.
Clown, keep fuckin' around, and you'll be dead G
If anyone messes with me, they will end up dead.
I'm spittin' out the lead see, to split your fuckin' head like the Red Sea
I am shooting bullets that will split your head open, like Moses did to the Red Sea in the Bible.
Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber
I am full of anger and my gun is loaded with six bullets in every chamber.
Dangerous stranger, with itchy trigger fingers like Lone Ranger
I am a dangerous stranger with a quick trigger finger, just like the Lone Ranger character from Old West stories.
I'm comin' to split your cabbage like a savage
I am coming to shoot you in the head and kill you in a brutal way.
And put two in yo' ass bitch
And I will shoot you twice in the butt, as a way of humiliating you before I kill you.
And one inside the wifey and the baby carriage
I will also shoot your wife and the baby carriage she is pushing.
So head for the hills, I kills niggaz for thrills
You should run away from me, because I enjoy killing people for fun.
'Causin' crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill
I cause a lot of bleeding when I shoot people in the face.
I will pull out the glock to clear the blocky when I cock it
I will use my gun to clear out the area when I shoot it.
Get laid and played out of pocket with a rocket in your eye socket
You will be killed with a rocket if you try to mess with me.
So raise up queers, and say your fuckin' prayers
If you are scared, you can pray for your life before I kill you.
I've been killin' for years, huntin' motherfuckers like reindeers
I have been killing people for a long time, and I will continue to hunt them down like reindeer.
If one nigga's left standin, I'll squeeze the cannon (BOOM)
If anyone is still alive after I shoot, I will continue to kill them by shooting them again.
Opened his motherfuckin' ass like the Grand Canyon
I will shoot you in the butt so hard that it will look like the Grand Canyon has opened up inside you.
Layin faggot niggaz like towel when I gets wild and foul
I will kill gay men with ease, just like taking a towel and laying it down.
I'm killin' executioner style
I am still killing people in a brutal and inhumane way, like an executioner.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: ANDREW VENABLE, NATHANIEL THOMAS WILSON, WILSON
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Dave Mandyam
"Cause what I carry's much bigger than Dirty Harry's
Do a Hail Mary, I make Bloody Mary's out of your capillaries" Straight up FIRE!!!!!
Hivemind Culture
That part had me geeking hard
untitled795
That shit is so incredibly creative and violent lol
Dwight P
One of the only rappers who never wrote a wack rhyme in his life
The Rocket
+Dwight P agreed
Ayush
Yeah, add Big L to that list too.
ASSman
but he has, love G rap but he said 6 slugs in everychamber which defys gun physics l
CHRISTOPHER. M
add az and Nas
1Dub79
Dwight P Agreed! The verse he laid on the "Realest" on the "Murda Muzik" album was a classic.
Jason Knox-Lee
Still sends chills when hearing this