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She tossed the flamer '94 walked into danger Banner Drucken Behind the wall fought with a banger Trapped in the beast, gas released, a rat deceased Back on the street, back on her feet Clappin the heat...
[unknown singer] She's dressed to kill Iced-out head to toe, a snake in black She's cleared, to, get ill She's about the dough, the black widow Leverkusen Immobilie [Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Yo, she was a tight bird, female version of Iceberg To put in the right words Played the right curves, beige and white birds The type she served it was quite superb Ran through the city in a white suburb Lived in a predominantly white suburb She liked the herb, rockin all the richest type of furs Make your life submerge if you strike a nerve Dough she like to splurge Shine of her light blurs from off her finger Visitenkarten Druck Honey was off the ringer, the way she tossed the flamer '94 walked into danger, behind the wall fought with a banger Trapped in the beast, gas released, a rat deceased Back to the street, back on her feet Clappin the heat, from the back seat, in back of a jeep Stackin the heat, pilin the ones Made her point when violence was brung Regulated and balanced the slums Brought in a cat with a talent for guns Click quick to silence a Dunn Convoys of black limos Leverkusen Immobilien Employs strapped with mack millos Bustin off caps through a cracked window, that's the MO Push your wig back, make you a black Leno The feds on her tracks got the phones tapped for info Tryin to map the dividend flow, and where the ends go Checkin on whose name the Benz go Who pushes the buttons when Mac-10's blow A rose on a black satin pillow The silhouette of her web, killin for bloodspill, a black widow
[Chorus: unknown singer] + (Kool G Rap) Günstige Visitenkarten She's (out for blood) dressed (for the kill) to kill (bustin slugs) Iced-out (shit is real) head (livin crime) to toe (life of crime) A snake (droppin heads) in black (pullin nines) She's cleared (dodgin heat) to (play the street) Get ill (let the guns blow, had to eat) She's about (copped the raw) the dough (went to war) The black widow (beef no more, cold fours at your door)
[Verse 2: Kool G Rap] She was married but four times a widow The fifth time ditto, kiddo Memory Spiel Step out of line, kitko, she spit nines and shi-dells Put a pound to the tip of your niddose Put em in line piddles Diamond-stud shinin the clito', the web spinnin With bloodstains soaked in the bed linen Spread venom, known for bustin the lead grinnin, tilted red brimmin Makin the lights inside of your head dimmin Givin head to men and, leave a knife in they chest with a red ribbon Bread to swim in, foes get left deader than Lennon Threads of linen, sippin gin with a shread of lemon Dead-up thoroughbred, slim and trim and stackin cake like Emminger's skigebiet kitzbühl Under the down coat brown coat like cinnamon She went to have the Benjamins, for that she injure men Send a squad to go and injure men that injure men On top of that she popular, hit the opera Francis Ford Coppola, mezzanine she's with binoculars You even think about poppin her, stoppin her, moppin her, droppin her Hard with bodyguards divin on top of her Cops in they Blu-Blockers watchin her, steady clockin her Jock her, dreamin of knockin her, thinkin a scheme for knockin her Dress provocative, show the cleavage between her knockers Bust a sock off with a blocker to rasta inside her locker She cover the bills though, restaurant delicatessen Armadillo White Willow, strike of the black widow
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[Verse 3: Kool G Rap] She held a white weddin Type settin just like a sight from heaven Spend twice the bread'n from her last rice on her head'n All types of presents, striking presence Bodyguards ready to light they weapons, ignite the Wessons Refuse to live the life of a peasant Days and nights was right and type pleasant At the foot of the aisles, took vows with all the criminals and crook pals That put smiles on niggaz' necks while they look foul Piles of cops peepin her central book files Beef them niggaz cook wild, groom lookin shook style Forced into marriage, horse and a carriage Remember lifespan shorter than average, lady boss flossin her carats Dreams to get rich and perish in Paris Cherish the cabbagem, makin her path out of the church passage Thugs they do they dirt massive Skirt slashed, first class, Doni Amberg glasses Flirt with her lashes Snapshots, smirk for the flashes Plots to leave her murked in the masses Two killin experts on the grasses Put in they Tec work for the cashes Leave the Earth hurt with a passion Two louds shots burstin in action Made her head jerk from the blastin Lady down, holdin her shirt gaspin, hit by another turf assassin Reason not even worth askin; the facts are real, though Got her cap peeled for stackin real dough Lifestyle brillo when you're rollin for krill dough Death of a black widow
