Bar for bar not many verses ever fukk with Kool G Rap’s verse on Big L’s
Fall Back
Yo, from the spot to the cell blocks
Hot as hell blocks where shells pop
Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop
Hood bytches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops
People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots
nikkaz turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop
New York livin', got a nikka four-fifth limpin'
Send you as a gift to the mortician
If you forfeit livin' - my fortune is forbidden
I say it one time before spittin'
Then I leave your forehead drippin'
I laid low then came back for more bread grippin'
More thread flippin'
More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape loose
Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose
Blow the feathers out of your Nordface goose
It's G. Rap comin' back with a click of brave troops
Have y'all nikkaz runnin' for home base like Babe Ruth
Have you holdin' holes in your body like you play flute
Lay you down till you get found up in the sprayed Coupe
Prepare for the takeover, give you the face makeover
The seedier row and sheet draped over
Be found on the block with the street taped over
Or comin out of deep coma, your speech made slower
Corona Queens shakedown, I'm comin' with the nickel-plate pound
To trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town
Lacin' it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin' the crown
Ya heard?