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.
Hitman's Diary
Kool G Rap Lyrics
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Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians
Gold chains, and carryin Iranians
and shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien
Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in
Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium
Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and
from Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal
Drew the Eagle, blew about two
and made one of the two see-through, but I still see two
of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal
shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal
alien-ass niggaz out of the grass
Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast
Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed
The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave
Went to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly
Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz tried to hit me
Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly
I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet
"Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy
"Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy"
We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day
Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay?
Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say
"Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away"
If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our way
to this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness
and watchin, horses racin with other bosses
Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned
He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one
Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung
He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb
Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
February 14 in '95, time about 4:45
I'm coppin pies in a highrise
Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies
Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize
Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs
Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua
Arriba, flashed the heat now
she started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in
Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and
became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs
But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like Morgan
Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin
Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then
the nigga spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days
in the small caves, I'm dazed and shit
She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit
OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit
and left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit
Emptied the clip, then replaced it
Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted
wasted, spirit eras-ted
Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it
The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shit
Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit
One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit
My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted
Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room
and saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it
Left out the front door like we ain't do shit
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
The lyrics to Kool G Rap's "Hitman's Diary" depict a story of criminal activity and violence. Kool G Rap opens the song by referring to the "wrong cat" that someone had messed with, indicating that he is someone not to be trifled with. The lyrics then describe a confrontation with a group of dangerous individuals, including a man named Damien who used to traffic drugs but now seems to be after Kool G Rap. The rapper describes a battle between them, in which several people are killed or wounded, including Kool G Rap.
The second half of the song describes another violent confrontation where Kool G Rap finds himself involved in a shootout with two men who have guns with them. The song ends with Kool G Rap and his associates calmly leaving the scene, as if they are not worried about the consequences of their actions. Overall, the lyrics are intense and graphic, painting a picture of a world where violence and danger are seemingly commonplace.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
I am a hitman and you made a mistake by deciding to mess with me.
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
You messed with the wrong person and you better prepare yourself for any consequences.
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
You will be shot and killed with an infinite amount of bullets from my gun.
Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
People are intimidated by my underworld connections.
Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians
It was dark and wet outside and I saw three Panamanian men.
Gold chains, and carryin Iranians
They were wearing gold chains and carrying Iranian weapons.
Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame me
They pulled out their weapons to kill me and they might try and burn me alive.
and shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien
This may have been a hit ordered by Damien.
Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in
Damien used to sell cocaine and we are both in the same criminal world.
Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium
Damien went against the rules and was killed by someone hitting him in the head.
Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and
Damien’s associates are now after me and trying to kill me.
from Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal
A dangerous group from Peru has arrived and they are lethal.
Drew the Eagle, blew about two
I shot two of the Peruvian men with my gun.
and made one of the two see-through, but I still see two
I killed one, but there is still one remaining.
of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal
The remaining Peruvian man and his associates are in a car and they are armed.
shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal
They have weapons that are as good as those used by Beenie Seagal, even though they are illegal.
alien-ass niggaz out of the grass
I need to get rid of these foreigners who are trying to kill me.
Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast
I loaded extra magazines for my gun and continued to shoot at them.
Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed
I shot and killed one more of his associates.
The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave
Three of the men were found dead on the street.
Went to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly
I went to a phone to call my friend Big C.
Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz tried to hit me
I told Big C that I was just attacked by those men.
Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly
Meet me in 50 minutes with Big Ash, we need to move fast.
I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet
I'm going to kill Damien, he is going to die and be buried six feet under.
"Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
"What happened?" Those men were shooting at me on the street.
Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy
They were shooting at my head, trying to kill me with head shots.
"Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy"
My friend is happy that I survived the attack.
We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day
We are still going to find and kill Damien, we have AK-47s.
Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay?
I asked my friend Jay to call Damien and set up a meeting for us.
Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say
Set up the meeting for 3:38 pm and say this.
"Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away"
Tell Damien that something went wrong and he got away.
If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our way
If he doesn't cooperate, I am going to kill him. We are on our way to the meeting.
to this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness
We arrive at Damien's office with heavily armed men. He seems scared.
and watchin, horses racin with other bosses
Damien is afraid and watching the horse races with other criminal bosses.
Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned
I pulled out my gun and Damien saw it. He was shocked.
He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one
Damien is probably not armed and about to be killed.
Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung
I intimidate everyone in the room and the phone rings.
He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb
Damien pretends that the call was a wrong number and acts confused.
Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
Damien grabs his gun and a few minutes later shots are fired.
That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun
Damien was killed with his hand on his gun.
February 14 in '95, time about 4:45
It was February 14, 1995, around 4:45 pm.
I'm coppin pies in a highrise
I am buying drugs in a tall building.
Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
In the criminal world, you need to have eyes everywhere and be very aware.
These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies
The drugs from these people are low quality and covered with flies.
Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize
Two powerful men arrived with guns that were larger than life itself.
Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs
There was a girl on the bed with beautiful legs.
Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua
I ask the girl, who is Spanish, to talk to her Puerto Rican gang.
Arriba, flashed the heat now
They point their guns at us.
she started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in
The girl starts talking and a few seconds later two Cuban men arrive.
Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and
They are carrying fake drugs that are not pure.
became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs
A fight broke out and one of my men was shot in the stomach.
But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like Morgan
I realize that their plan was to poison us, like in a famous case involving Jim Jones and the People's Temple.
Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin
Two of their men were shot and are now bleeding and unconscious.
Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then
Their hairpieces were knocked off and now they are lying against the door.
the nigga spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade
Someone started shooting and I was hit in the shoulder.
My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days
I was grazed by the bullet and now I'm having flashbacks of my earlier days in the criminal world.
in the small caves, I'm dazed and shit
I'm feeling dizzy and disoriented like I am in a small cave.
She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit
The girl is going to bed with the poison spray, trying to seduce us.
OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit
I agree to have sex with her but reject any homosexual activity.
and left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit
I finish having sex with her and shoot her, leaving her wet with blood.
Emptied the clip, then replaced it
I fired all my bullets and reloaded the gun.
Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted
Their associates are lying on the ground, covered in blood.
wasted, spirit eras-ted
Their bodies are wasted and their spirits are gone.
Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it
I inspect the drugs and then leave the scene.
The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shit
We light up the whole place and feel like characters from the movie Scarface.
Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit
We have a cigar case and also fancy ourselves expert shooters.
One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit
One of the men we shot is in pain and trying to shoot his gun.
My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted
One of my associates finishes him off and knocks off his hairpiece.
Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room
We clean up and get rid of any evidence, then move to another room.
and saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it
We see the drugs they were trying to sell, which are good quality, so we put them in bags and zip them up.
Left out the front door like we ain't do shit
We walk out the front door, acting like nothing happened.
Contributed by Logan F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Blackbond11
I think Kool G. Rap and Bigpun are the most underrated lyricists of all time.Â
Jake Welch
@Ben O'Neill think he means in the general public. Everyone says eminem is the goat yet don’t listen to hip hop like that. Anyone who listens to shit like this and all the old school/ golden era shit and underground hip hop knows that g rap is probably the goat.
k capo
@Ben O'Neill yh that was a stupid comment i don't know what he was thinking 🤣
Ben O'Neill
Show me anyone who ACTUALLY knows about hiphop that doesnt have both of them in their top 5. They are not underrated lol.
Lights_out
To repeat myself .....G rap is a beast. serious contender for GOAT
rohleks
This is the first track on the album, i was blown away when i bought this. this is the definition of spitting fire, now compare that to the mainstream they aint even close
RandomErkki
lil wayne: god said id be the best rapper alive kool g rap: no i didnt
Terrible Erick
KOOL G the best to ever do it. period.
Desert Detroiter
Easily.
Scarecrow Tripp
Never b a better!! Fucking legend!! Hes your favorite rappers, favorite rapper!!!!