Gimme a couple G’s for every emcee I knocked to his knees.
Verbally useless, ‘Oh you got the juice?’ I squeeze you juiceless.
Kurupt, “New York, New York,” from Tha Dogg Pound’s Dogg Food, 1995
Gimme a couple G’s for every emcee I knocked to his knees.
Verbally useless, ‘Oh you got the juice?’ I squeeze you juiceless.
We made plans, but we’ll never be able to fulfill ‘em.
This is shit we put together since we was littleā¦
Every time we had dreams, you found a way you could kill ’em.