Going For The Throat lyrics

Hey yo Craig

(What up, man?)

Yo, this sucker tried to dis you in a magazine

(It`s like that, word?)

Yo, I think you should get him

(I take care of it)



[ VERSE 1 ]

Yo, I got beef, and this beef is on my mind

Since it`s on my mind, let me put it in a rhyme

It seems a brother that I went way back with

Is coming out the woodwork talking shit

At first it didn`t mean all that

Cause he was washed up and strung out on crack

Freebase, his life was a waste to the rap world

Nobody cared about him or his wack girl

So yo, I took it in stride

And continued with the rest of my life

Until recently he showed some form of indecency

When in a magazine he tried to release on me

But now it`s the last straw

I`m gonna wreck him, and anything he stands for

Point blank - Shan, you suck

And I`m about to nail your coffin shut

Juice Crew Law? That shit is out the window

Just like the basepipe, where all of your ends go

Yeah, excactly what I thought

Just like Magic when he was a little short

To buy crack from my man on the block

Eyes wide open, and your mouth just dropped

Ah-ah - don`t say a word

Just a lot of glance superb

MC Craig G to kick all the facts

About why your records are wack

BDP wrecked you quite a long time ago

But allow me to deliver the final blow

Dis meand get away easy?

Yo, I`m gonna hand you squeegee

Go wash windows, that should be your career

I could give a fuck about what you `pioneered`

Straight up, that don`t mean shit

So won`t you take your vine and swing the fuck off a cliff

Yeah, I mean business

Don`t ever in your life try to dis this

Cause punk, I`ll rip you to streads

And mail your record company your head

I know it sounds a little graphic

I heard your album`s double plastic

And your single went copper

Congratulations, but I think you need a doctor

Cause after you take this whippin

There`s no tellin what the fuck you be shippin

And now that you`ve been smoked

Relax, punk, before I go for your throat



Yo, that was kinda funky

(Word?)

Don`t you have a second verse?

(Yeah, I got a second

Let me tell you how I get him on this one here)



[ VERSE 2 ]

Authentic - that`s the way I present it

Sometimes it`s funky, and sometimes it`s demented

Rappers runnin up to me, handin me feedback

Slow down, Shan, you just entered a speed track

With your neck snapped, don`t accept that

So want you call me, give the devil his check back

And take your soul, but your title - ???

And bring your wack-ass rhymes to the _Muppet Show_

See, I don`t give a fuck how much swing you got

And how high your album climbs on the charts

You`re still a dead rapper from Christmas past

So won`t you pucker up and kiss this ass

Cause I`m in here, even ???

I make up for the others with this fly-ass beat here

And you - you`ll make a drastic drop

You couldn`t stop me if you were a traffic cop

Now this reminds me of my radio days

When I`d take the mic and leave rappers amazed

No matter how large, whether gold or platinum

I take my microphone and point the shit right at them

And after I was finished, they`d say, "Craig G scored"

And that`s the way I usually would rock New York

So yo punk, if you don`t like those quotes

Come on find me, and watch me go for your throat



Yo man, you definitely got him on that, yo

(He can`t fuck with this in a million years, uknowmsayin?)

Yo, fake-ass Puma-wearin...dirty Puma suit...gutter-ass
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