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.
Thug Chronicles
Kool G Rap Lyrics
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You know how we do
Y'all know how a nigga bring it
Straight direct at you kid
Like a Don from out of Sicily; under the arm is where the pistol be
Top of your forehead, the kiss'll be
Planted ever so soft and gentle but die viciously
Days before I feel pity to give a guy liberty
Seen him, his pants shitty and eyes all glittery
I'll die a rich man before the FBI figure me
Forty stories up, inside a high rise in Italy
No hidden forces, only natural courses deliver me
Gray hairs from the great years, fears never shiver me
Reminscin', how we car-bombed ignitions
Of politicians, judges strong-armed to listen
Men turnin' up dead, or hurt harmed and missin'
Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar stunk
Gettin' surrounded by bitches blowin' cigars drunk
One of my stonefaced goons'll make your heart pump
Electrocution with cables that make the car jump
The yard punks, that sinned with a life sentence for sellin' hard junk
The family, the whole commission
Has been around since the days before prohibition (no doubt)
Mathematics was good then, the slow addition
Some overdosed down a coke slope, a dope addiction
Lookin' back on them days, I ran a whole division
Some of the Jake and the state was tryin' to throw the mission
They caught a ticket ride to hell with no admission; beyond these tracks
A life of networkin', sippin' bourbon and cognac
First version observin' in stocks and bonds we stack
The chronicles, these are the days of Don G Rap
With, murder on his mind, take it in blood
We takin' that aim, and niggaz throwin' shit in the game
[Chorus x2]
How it feel when we comin at you, these gats blowin' at you
Personally, don't give a fuck where you at
And an unfamiliar face, you know we like WHO DAT?
On point nigga, it ain't goin' down like that
We do our thing, underhandedly still, tuck a mill'
For the family will, mansion and hot wheels in Amityville
Treat a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeal
Break the code of silence, just hand me the steel
For every wrong done, a man'll be killed, there's plans to rebuild
Curtains and drapes, got these Jakes tryin' to can me for real
Until then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill
Or catch me laid up in the canopy ill
With two mamis handin' me thrills; Vivica Fox body Vanity grills
Rubberbandin' these bills; tryin' to duck the fame and the glamor
Tryin' to stay from out the range of the scanners
Not tryin' to get my frame in the camera
Avoid tabloids and front pages
Bums get knocked off and bumped for favors
Collect Trump papers with pumps and gauges
Royale suites when I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searchin' the city dump for neighbors
Pinky ring with a chunk of glacier
Copped a spot with a bunch of acres
Some of them got they bodies slumped for capers
Barcaleo hat, ducks and gators
Got a crib full of housemaids, butlers and waiters
My click, from the minor league jump to major
We gon' rock until we jackpot, fuck them haters
If we have to run up in City Hall, abduct the Mayor
Any man against the master plan can fuck with craters!
[Chorus x 1 1/2]
The lyrics to Kool G Rap's song Thug Chronicles depict the life of a mob boss in vivid detail. The verse opens with a comparison to a Don from out of Sicily and sets the tone of the song. Kool G Rap uses violent, descriptive language to paint a picture of the life of a mobster. The lyrics cite torture, assassination, bombing, and drug dealing as part of the day-to-day operations of the mob. The verse highlights the life of a mob boss, with references to luxury cars, women, and a lavish lifestyle.
The hook of the song is directed at the rivals of the mob, warning them of their violent tendencies, and that they should think carefully before crossing them. The whole song is a warning to anyone who dares to cross a mob boss.
The lyrics to Thug Chronicles are an interesting insight into the world of organized crime. They show the power and influence of the mob and the lengths they will go to maintain it. Through the language used in the song, Kool G Rap paints a vivid picture of the violent and criminal life led by mob bosses, reminding listeners that crossing them is not a smart move.
Line by Line Meaning
We bring the thug shit for real nigga
We are genuine and authentic in our thug lifestyle.
You know how we do
You are familiar with the way we operate.
Y'all know how a nigga bring it
You are aware of how we approach situations.
Straight direct at you kid
We come at you without any pretense or hesitation.
Like a Don from out of Sicily; under the arm is where the pistol be
I am like a mafia boss from Sicily, carrying my gun under my arm.
Top of your forehead, the kiss'll be
I will shoot you in the head.
Planted ever so soft and gentle but die viciously
I will kill you in a seemingly gentle way, but it will be a violent death.
Hours of torture, before the torture apply misery
I will torture you for hours before causing you more pain.
Days before I feel pity to give a guy liberty
I cannot release a person until after many days because of my lack of compassion.
Seen him, his pants shitty and eyes all glittery
I saw him with dirty pants and glittery eyes.
I'll die a rich man before the FBI figure me
I will not be caught by the FBI and will die as a wealthy man.
Forty stories up, inside a high rise in Italy
I am in a 40-story building in Italy.
No hidden forces, only natural courses deliver me
I am only aided by natural circumstances, and there is no supernatural force helping me.
Gray hairs from the great years, fears never shiver me
I have many great years behind me and am not scared of anything.
Reminscin', how we car-bombed ignitions
I am remembering how we used car bombs to ignite our operations.
Of politicians, judges strong-armed to listen
We persuaded politicians and judges to listen to us using force.
Men turnin' up dead, or hurt harmed and missin'
Men are dying, getting hurt, or disappearing.
Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition
We drive bulletproof cars with Teflon coating.
Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks
We dismember and put bodies in car trunks.
Music inside the bar stunk
The music inside the bar was terrible.
Gettin' surrounded by bitches blowin' cigars drunk
I am surrounded by drunk women smoking cigars.
One of my stonefaced goons'll make your heart pump
One of my ruthless soldiers will scare you.
Electrocution with cables that make the car jump
We electrocute people using cables that make the car jump.
The yard punks, that sinned with a life sentence for sellin' hard junk
The young offenders who received life sentences for selling drugs in prison.
The family, the whole commission
The mafia family and organization.
Has been around since the days before prohibition (no doubt)
The mafia has existed since before prohibition.
Mathematics was good then, the slow addition
We were doing well back then with our slow, steady approach.
Some overdosed down a coke slope, a dope addiction
Some individuals died from overdosing on cocaine or becoming addicted to drugs.
Lookin' back on them days, I ran a whole division
I was in charge of running a group of people back in the day.
Some of the Jake and the state was tryin' to throw the mission
Some law enforcement officers and the state tried to thwart our operations.
They caught a ticket ride to hell with no admission; beyond these tracks
They went to hell with no chance at redemption; outside of our territory.
A life of networkin', sippin' bourbon and cognac
Our lives involve networking and drinking whiskey and cognac.
First version observin' in stocks and bonds we stack
Initially, we were simply observing the stock and bond markets.
The chronicles, these are the days of Don G Rap
These are the stories of Don G Rap.
With, murder on his mind, take it in blood
He is thinking about committing murder and willing to shed blood.
We takin' that aim, and niggaz throwin' shit in the game
We are taking aim, and others are trying to interfere with our operations.
How it feel when we comin at you, these gats blowin' at you
What does it feel like when we attack you with our guns?
Personally, don't give a fuck where you at
I do not care where you are located.
And an unfamiliar face, you know we like WHO DAT?
If we see an unfamiliar face, we are suspicious.
On point nigga, it ain't goin' down like that
We are alert, and things are not going to go easily.
We do our thing, underhandedly still, tuck a mill'
We operate in a dishonest manner, but still manage to conceal large sums of money.
For the family will, mansion and hot wheels in Amityville
We do it all for the benefit of our mafia family, allowing us to have luxurious houses and cars.
Treat a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeal
We deal with informants harshly, like Sam did in the movie Goodfellas.
Break the code of silence, just hand me the steel
If someone breaks our code of silence, they should just give me their gun.
For every wrong done, a man'll be killed, there's plans to rebuild
For every misdeed, someone will die, but we plan to continue rebuilding.
Curtains and drapes, got these Jakes tryin' to can me for real
Police are trying to arrest me for my illegal activities.
Until then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill
Until the situation calms down, I will be in the backyard cooking clams.
Or catch me laid up in the canopy ill
You may find me relaxing in the trees with a beautiful view.
With two mamis handin' me thrills; Vivica Fox body Vanity grills
Two beautiful women are providing me with excitement and I have a car with a shiny grill.
Rubberbandin' these bills; tryin' to duck the fame and the glamor
I am using rubber bands to bundle money and am avoiding the attention that comes with wealth and luxury.
Tryin' to stay from out the range of the scanners
I am trying to avoid detection by surveillance equipment.
Not tryin' to get my frame in the camera
I do not want my image to be captured by a camera.
Avoid tabloids and front pages
I am avoiding being featured in sensational newspapers.
Bums get knocked off and bumped for favors
We get rid of people who are not useful or may pose a threat.
Collect Trump papers with pumps and gauges
We collect money with guns and ammunition.
Royale suites when I bunk in Vegas
I stay in luxurious suites when I am in Las Vegas.
Got homicide searchin' the city dump for neighbors
Police are searching the city dump for the remains of our victims.
Pinky ring with a chunk of glacier
I am wearing a ring with a large piece of ice.
Copped a spot with a bunch of acres
I have purchased a large property.
Some of them got they bodies slumped for capers
Some people's bodies are piled up because of their criminal activities.
Barcaleo hat, ducks and gators
I am wearing a Barcaleo hat and leather accessories made from alligator skin.
Got a crib full of housemaids, butlers and waiters
I have a large house with many staff members.
My click, from the minor league jump to major
My group of people started small but has now grown to be significant.
We gon' rock until we jackpot, fuck them haters
We will continue our illegal activities until we get rich, ignoring the haters.
If we have to run up in City Hall, abduct the Mayor
If necessary, we will break into City Hall and kidnap the Mayor.
Any man against the master plan can fuck with craters!
Anyone who opposes our plan will be destroyed!
Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CRESPO, HERARD, MUCHITA, PADILLA, WILSON, JEROME FOSTER
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