Nuff Said Lyrics - Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

[Kool G. Rap] 

Here's the motherfuckin magnificent 

I'll even bag innocent motherfuckers 

See suckers like there was ten I sent 

So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey - eight 

Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your playmate 

So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin that shit is dead 

Tell it to the motherfuckin mortician 

So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin niggaz dead out 

and blowin the back of your fuckin head out 

Cookin niggaz better than mama's dinner 

So let the drama enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center 

Because I'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frame 

like they was pictures of a bitch that I divorced 

Boss, so come on nigga, get wild and loose 

I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse 

Even your bitch can get it nigga 

I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind 

and pull the fuckin trigger 

Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate 

Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me 

It ain't a man in the land that can stand G. Rap 

Save that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped 

Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates 

Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck with the AIDS virus 

Cause I set em up wet em up like sprinkles 

And put niggaz to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle 

The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin a fit 

Leavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's dick 

Good luck, another hood bucked 

I kick you so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot stuck 

See I manage to give niggaz more than a bandage 

Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage 

Cause I'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz 

and holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers 

So if you all over my dick just like a rubber 

My rap is so fat, I make ? and ? ? blubber 

You better duck, I'm like a volcano when I erupt 

you bitch-ass rappers'll get fucked 

And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn Monroe 

left on death row, because I let the gun go 

bang blow your motherfuckin brains out 

But you need more than detergent to get that motherfuckin stain out 

Cause I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's 

When I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobsters 

Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous 

You're out of luck and I don't give a FUCK what your name is 

Boy you better split, cause I'ma house shit 

My dick'll be rich if you niggaz 

wants to put your money where your mouth is 

Gassed up ass nigga, come set it 

Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded 

Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist 

But deep down, you fuckin silly clowns know who's the hardest 

Niggaz I watered down with the quarter pound 

cause my slaughter sound can be caught around 

and found the slaughter town 

For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo 

Play it again Sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano 

I'm leavin lame niggaz brain dead 

Aww fuck it, nuff said 

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