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 'cause there's money to make To be a billionaire takes hard work for years Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer Been through hard times, even worked part time In a Key Food store sweeping floors sometimes I was sort of a porter taking the next man's orders Breaking my back for a shack from headquarters All my manpower for four bucks an hour Took my time and wrote rhymes in the shower Shoes are scuffed cause the road gets rough But I'mma rock it cause my pockets ain't stuffed enough All the freaks wouldn't speak cause my checks were 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 performing up a storm for a decent pay No matter how it seems, I always kept the dream All the girlies screamed and suckers get creamed Dreamed about it for five years straight Finally I got a break to cut my first plate The road ain't yellow and it ain't no witches My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock Money busting out my sock cos I really would clock They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans The cash was coming 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 get ya 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, living 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 Collected 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 Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad In the first time in my life loaning 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 A thug will mug for drugs, he eventually bugs Looking for crack on carpets and rugs The squealers tells but the dealer still sells Little spoiled kids inheriting oil wells I was the type on the opposite side Of smoking the pipe, in a beef I got hype Cause 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 means dead, in other words deceased Face got erased, bullets got released Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped In fact this 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 Bust caps to cops, policeman drops You blew off his top when the pistol went pop Troopers, soldiers, rolling 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 Looking at the hourglass, how long can this power last Longer than my song but he already fell He likes to eat hearty, 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 Until 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 Pushing all buttons, pulling all switches My name is G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I went through hell just to excel/ and get a job working on the rails/ so I have good stories for my grandkids to tell/ but there' so much blood I can smell I know this world ain't well/ when they thinking about stopping the mail/ and governor's killing prisoners in jail/and if you blind all they give you is a dog cane and brail
A majority would say GTA SAN ANDREAS but hip hop is why I'm here.
Rashaun Wilkins baleedat baleedat
Speak on it! 💯
Hip hip 😂
@@Jay-iu4st I know, meant to say hip hop 😂.
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My man!! I used to loop this on tape in 89..
My fav song from 89
Am rolling in Groove Street right now with my tec 9
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 'cause there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer
Been through hard times, even worked part time
In a Key Food store sweeping floors sometimes
I was sort of a porter taking the next man's orders
Breaking my back for a shack from headquarters
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took my time and wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scuffed cause the road gets rough
But I'mma rock it cause my pockets ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cause my checks were 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 performing up a storm for a decent pay
No matter how it seems, I always kept the dream
All the girlies screamed and suckers get creamed
Dreamed about it for five years straight
Finally I got a break to cut my first plate
The road ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money busting out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
The cash was coming 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 get ya
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, living 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
Collected 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
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
In the first time in my life loaning 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
A thug will mug for drugs, he eventually bugs
Looking for crack on carpets and rugs
The squealers tells but the dealer still sells
Little spoiled kids inheriting oil wells
I was the type on the opposite side
Of smoking the pipe, in a beef I got hype
Cause 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 means dead, in other words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped
In fact this 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
Bust caps to cops, policeman drops
You blew off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rolling 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
Looking at the hourglass, how long can this power last
Longer than my song but he already fell
He likes to eat hearty, 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
Until 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
Pushing all buttons, pulling all switches
My name is G Rap, I'm on the
road to the riches
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This music like the type of music that you be hearing when you’re customizing your character
This is literally the same instrumental that constantly plays in my head. It gives me a creative spark.
GTA SA CONFIRMED 👏
So sick
I was today old when i found out this nasty track was Billy Joel stiletto🔥🔥🔥🔥 KOOL G TOP 5 DEAD OR ALIVE🔥🔥🔥🔥
Absolutely!!
On the 🛣️ to 💰💸💹.
GTA SA y el JaviOliveira
JavielCanijo
Golden Era shit ❤
#TheOriginalBrooklyn
🏃♂️🏃🏃♂️🎤🎤🎧🎧🎼🎶🎹
this is just a loop of the song intro
I've been looking everywhere !
DTMMI414 me too bro
not a true ins
Keep searching.....this ain't it bro
marley marl the genius
Why?
🎶 I'm FORTWRIGT❕ Like tha E
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Gangsta shit
🔥✊🏿
a funky funky funky ahh loop hu hu ahh hu hu ahh yeah it still is funky😉😉😉😉😉😉.
"Don't be believe in that technology"
Que pasa mi chavalería
Rafa Fake vamos a comentar este vídeo de salas :v
o salseo
@@UlisesUwU dime la definición de Dalah
Rafa Fake sin vergüenza, maltratador :v
@@UlisesUwU vete de internet :u
****UPDATE****........I've just received word that Marley Marl will officially release the instrumental in the year 2042....be patient you guys
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It's missing tha hu! hu!
no its there
2020
I went through hell just to excel/ and get a job working on the rails/ so I have good stories for my grandkids to tell/ but there' so much blood I can smell I know this world ain't well/ when they thinking about stopping the mail/ and governor's killing prisoners in jail/and if you blind all they give you is a dog cane and brail
Dope ass rhyme!! You flowing like the Nile River my man.
Marley Marl!
To me....The first gangster rapper in history. Mafia style ,he was on that. Some of the most racist MF, but hood as hell.
Crazy thing is that this is from a Billy Joel song....
Easy Moe bee is dangerous