Kidnap Rap Pt. 2 - Radio Edit
96 (ah) (brap) (brap)
In my figgidy fantasy I'm living the life of luxury
And all the tiggidy top rappers, yeah they f*ck with me
Nas, Pac and Biggie grew up with me
I'm known across the globe as hip-hop royalty
But things turned dark, when a young loan shark
Approached the bar, with a 2 cold heart
And asked for a spark on his Cuban cigar
He said "I know who you are, you're a big rap star"
He had bloodshot eyes
Glowing under the trilby
He had a strap up in his waist, and the hammer looked filthy
He said "I'm that guy, with the mark of death"
And his message was I better watch my step
'Cos the Cubans and the Haitians don't like my rep
The way I been cutting cheques, splashing gold on a neck
F*ck that!
The situation I ain't playing
I got packs of Jamaicans and these n*ggaz love spraying
Hopped to my feet he said "Take a seat
We kidnapped your wife and ya kids last week"
He looked me dead in the eye, tattoo tears on his cheek
Before I could speak my knees went weak
I seen a picture of my kids tied up on the street
This is Kidnap Rap, this is how it's gone be
It's a cold game, I can't afford to lose
But Player One wins so I'mma keep it cool
Oh lord, it's Kidnap Rap, it's
If it happened to you what would you do?
Would you call the cops?
Holler at your crew?
Or take a hostage, with a point to prove?
Oh lord, Kidnap Rap, it's
Happened to you what would you do?
Would you call the cops?
Holler at your crew?
Or take a hostage, with a point to prove?
"Meet me at a spot that I choose at midnight
Come on your own and don't roll with no blue lights
Move tight, bring a duffle bag in the moon light
50g's in cash and a couple of new mic's
Wait for instructions, this sh*t ain't a movie
So don't be a hero, I'll be judge and the jury
Execute on site, 'cause Prez I'm a real G
Feel me? I made it clear that's the deal G"
I gotta figure out how Mi gonna get this cash
My Jeeps on rental money low in bank
The album selling well but I spent it all on girls
I got no choice but to rob road man Shaq
He been doing it big, he been on B.E.T.
If I call my homeboy it's gonna be easy
"Yo Red some n*ggas went up in my crib
Kidnapped my wife and my 2 young kids
They said they want 50 large or they might not live right
Gotta have the cash dropped off by midnight
So check the plan, we robbing road man Shaq
You know that cat that makes the ting go brap
I heard the word that he's playing Adelphi
We rob him after show, watch our pockets grow wealthy
50k for you and 50 for me
So get the Bally and meet me in the ally just after 3
Oh lord, it's Kidnap Rap, it's
If it happened to you what would you do?
Would you call the cops?
Holler at your crew?
Or take a hostage, with a point to prove?
Oh lord, Kidnap Rap, it's
Happened to you what would you do?
Would you call the cops?
Holler at your crew?
Or take a hostage, with a point to prove?
Here he comes
Looking hard in his entourage
Pass my business card and I'm feeling all calm
I'm like "please my brother, step into my office
Got something for you
That makes money I promise"
He takes the bait, now he's sealed his fate
Pull out the duffle bag and a gun that's fake
I'm like "fill it", he said "I don't have the cash"
I'm like "ok, get in the bag" (zip)
Like uh, it's about quarter to 12
Got to get to London Bridge to save my girls
Body in the trunk
Check he's still breathing
He's worth more alive than dead is the reason
Jumped in the whip and the wheels are screeching
My heart is beating and Shaq is screaming
11.59 and I'm right on time
I step out the ride and I see that guy
I called the cat over, showed him the bag
He's like "what the f*cks that?
" I said "it's road man Shaq,
he's worth way more than 50 grand in cash"
Before he could think, I knocked the cat out fast
Topped his head with glass and threw him in the lake with a splash
Released road man Shaq and threw my fam in the back
I'm like "Yeah, I got that peace at last
Everything's all good I completed the task"
In my figgidy fantasy I'm living the life of luxury
And all the tiggidy top rappers, yeah they f*ck with me
Nas, Pac and Biggie grew up with me
I'm known across the globe as hip-hop royalty
But things turned dark, when a young loan shark
Approached the bar, with a 2 cold heart
And asked for a spark on his Cuban cigar
He said "I know who you are, you're a big rap star"
He had bloodshot eyes
Glowing under the trilby
He had a strap up in his waist, and the hammer looked filthy
He said "I'm that guy, with the mark of death"
And his message was I better watch my step
'Cos the Cubans and the Haitians don't like my rep
The way I been cutting cheques, splashing gold on a neck
F*ck that!
The situation I ain't playing
I got packs of Jamaicans and these n*ggaz love spraying
Hopped to my feet he said "Take a seat
We kidnapped your wife and ya kids last week"
He looked me dead in the eye, tattoo tears on his cheek
Before I could speak my knees went weak
I seen a picture of my kids tied up on the street
This is Kidnap Rap, this is how it's gone be
It's a cold game, I can't afford to lose
But Player One wins so I'mma keep it cool
Oh lord, it's Kidnap Rap, it's
If it happened to you what would you do?
Would you call the cops?
Holler at your crew?
Or take a hostage, with a point to prove?
Oh lord, Kidnap Rap, it's
Happened to you what would you do?
Would you call the cops?
Holler at your crew?
Or take a hostage, with a point to prove?
"Meet me at a spot that I choose at midnight
Come on your own and don't roll with no blue lights
Move tight, bring a duffle bag in the moon light
50g's in cash and a couple of new mic's
Wait for instructions, this sh*t ain't a movie
So don't be a hero, I'll be judge and the jury
Execute on site, 'cause Prez I'm a real G
Feel me? I made it clear that's the deal G"
I gotta figure out how Mi gonna get this cash
My Jeeps on rental money low in bank
The album selling well but I spent it all on girls
I got no choice but to rob road man Shaq
He been doing it big, he been on B.E.T.
If I call my homeboy it's gonna be easy
"Yo Red some n*ggas went up in my crib
Kidnapped my wife and my 2 young kids
They said they want 50 large or they might not live right
Gotta have the cash dropped off by midnight
So check the plan, we robbing road man Shaq
You know that cat that makes the ting go brap
I heard the word that he's playing Adelphi
We rob him after show, watch our pockets grow wealthy
50k for you and 50 for me
So get the Bally and meet me in the ally just after 3
Oh lord, it's Kidnap Rap, it's
If it happened to you what would you do?
Would you call the cops?
Holler at your crew?
Or take a hostage, with a point to prove?
Oh lord, Kidnap Rap, it's
Happened to you what would you do?
Would you call the cops?
Holler at your crew?
Or take a hostage, with a point to prove?
Here he comes
Looking hard in his entourage
Pass my business card and I'm feeling all calm
I'm like "please my brother, step into my office
Got something for you
That makes money I promise"
He takes the bait, now he's sealed his fate
Pull out the duffle bag and a gun that's fake
I'm like "fill it", he said "I don't have the cash"
I'm like "ok, get in the bag" (zip)
Like uh, it's about quarter to 12
Got to get to London Bridge to save my girls
Body in the trunk
Check he's still breathing
He's worth more alive than dead is the reason
Jumped in the whip and the wheels are screeching
My heart is beating and Shaq is screaming
11.59 and I'm right on time
I step out the ride and I see that guy
I called the cat over, showed him the bag
He's like "what the f*cks that?
" I said "it's road man Shaq,
he's worth way more than 50 grand in cash"
Before he could think, I knocked the cat out fast
Topped his head with glass and threw him in the lake with a splash
Released road man Shaq and threw my fam in the back
I'm like "Yeah, I got that peace at last
Everything's all good I completed the task"
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Writer(s): Nigel Taylor
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