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Verse One:


When I was five years old I realized there was a road

At the end I will win lots of pots of gold

Never took a break, never made a mistake

Took time to create cos there's money to make

To be a billionaire takes hard work for years

Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers

Been through hard times, even worked part time

In a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for dimes

I was sort of a porter takin the next man's order

Breakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters?

All my manpower for four bucks an hour

Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower

Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough

But I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enough

All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was weak

They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek

A way to get a play, and maybe one day

I'll be performin up a storm for a decent pay

No matter how it seems I always kept the dream

All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed

Dreamed about it for five years straight

Finally I got a break and cut my first plate

The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches

My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches



Verse Two:


I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock

Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock

They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans

Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans

The cash was comin fast, money grew like grass

People hungry for the blast that don't even last

Didn't want to be involved but the money will getcha

Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture

But I still supplied, some people I knew died

Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide

Money, jewelry, livin like a star

And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car

In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino

For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino

I shot up stores and I kicked down doors

Collecting scars from little neighborhood wars

Many legs I broke, many necks I choked

And if provoked I let the pistol smoke

Loyal members in a crew now down with the game

Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain

What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad

In the first time in my life loanin money to dad

Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches

My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches



Verse Three:


?A thug a-mugs? for drugs, he eventually bugs

Lookin for crack on carpets and rugs

?The squealers tells? but the dealer still sells

Little spoiled kids inheritin oil wells

I was the type on the opposite side

Of smokin the pipe, in a beef I got hype

Cos rags to riches switches men to witches

Become stitches, body bags in ditches

Bloodshed, I painted the town red

People fled as I put a dread's head to bed

That mean's dead, in other words deceased

Face got erased, bullets got released

Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped

In fact that was a way to get back

At enemies who tried to clock G's

On my block, now they forever knock Z's

Plans of rampages went for ages

Some got knocked and locked inside cages

Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts

In God We Trust, now rots to rust

Plus caps to cops, policeman drops

You blew off his top when the pistol went pop

Troopers, soldiers, rollin like boulders

Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder

Some young male put in jail

His lawyer so good his bail is on sale

Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last?

Longer than my song but he already fell

He likes to eat hardy, party

Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati

Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello

Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello

One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate

But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes

And than a-wait and wait and wait

Til he breaks, that's all it takes

So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand

On his own two feet because now he's in a new land

Rules are different and so is life

When you think with a shank, talk with a knife

Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn

More money I earn, more money to burn

Pushin all buttons, pullin all switches

My name is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the riches 

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