Marlon: "Yo it's, yo B"
("Chill chill Marlon, chill")
Marlon: "Nah, yo, it's...I don't know this nigga B" ("Chill Marlon")
Marlon: "Why yo yo, put that down B, I don't know you son!
I DON'T KNOW YOU SON! HOLD UP HOLD UP!"
*gunshots and screams*
"I Links with the Cuban"
"I'm hard to kill, for real nigga, guard your grill" [Cuban Link]
[Cuban Link]
Yo flipmode is how this nigga roll
Finger on the trigger low
Quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold
Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls
If you gotta go, you gotta go
That's part of the show
My heart is cold like Antarctica, nailin niggas like carpenters
Stalkin the hardest squadrons
Spark them from New York to Arkansas
Watchin the projects how I got my logic
Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit
The only shit I pop is when my Glock spit
Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate
Cuz the blocks are hotter than the fuckin tropics
In topless bars, college girls with no bras
My whole squad got blowjobs smokin Godfather cigars
Live large like Scarface
Parlay in a far place
No car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in space
Safe in sound in my playground with my trey-pound
Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around
I lay it down for them non-believers
Them non-achievein niggas that wanna be leaders but can never beat us
Ya'll better greet us if you ever see us
TS, Beatnuts, knuckle up but grab your mothafuckin heaters, word up
("Chill chill Marlon, chill")
Marlon: "Nah, yo, it's...I don't know this nigga B" ("Chill Marlon")
Marlon: "Why yo yo, put that down B, I don't know you son!
I DON'T KNOW YOU SON! HOLD UP HOLD UP!"
*gunshots and screams*
"I Links with the Cuban"
"I'm hard to kill, for real nigga, guard your grill" [Cuban Link]
[Cuban Link]
Yo flipmode is how this nigga roll
Finger on the trigger low
Quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold
Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls
If you gotta go, you gotta go
That's part of the show
My heart is cold like Antarctica, nailin niggas like carpenters
Stalkin the hardest squadrons
Spark them from New York to Arkansas
Watchin the projects how I got my logic
Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit
The only shit I pop is when my Glock spit
Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate
Cuz the blocks are hotter than the fuckin tropics
In topless bars, college girls with no bras
My whole squad got blowjobs smokin Godfather cigars
Live large like Scarface
Parlay in a far place
No car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in space
Safe in sound in my playground with my trey-pound
Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around
I lay it down for them non-believers
Them non-achievein niggas that wanna be leaders but can never beat us
Ya'll better greet us if you ever see us
TS, Beatnuts, knuckle up but grab your mothafuckin heaters, word up
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