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Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz

Marmalade

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Текст песни Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz - Marmalade

Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz - Marmalade слова песни

*Verse One*[Peter Gunz]Can I fuckin` play?I got a quarter mill` in the bankNo one to thank but meBreak me -- "Gunz"Bronx ball playaTake the gatas and suits, from niggas richSee me -- I`m stackin mah chips, flippin` mah chipsBitch, I...Peter Gunz, I...Listen I, gobble, pour all I brokeNo joke, clear the smoke, or get smokedNigga what?You stand ya planYou faka`s join, but what`s the point you makin`?Nothin` takenI seen nigga`s come and goBut I`ma say aA mothafuckin` Bronx playaI went from eatin` outta trashTo walkin` and pushin` the E-ClassFrom chickens, to fuckin` bitches that`s lookin` like Stacy CashAn`-now flashMoms prayed to God that she`d be greenBut it was hard for me to raise somebody, I never seenCherishI testify when they ask me ta speakI said that only Lord knows two rants to praise the Lord(Nah)*Chorus*I think it`s bout time we`d shine (shine)Nigga`s made chips off mine (mine)Climb the same rhyme, reclineIt`s time to bring pain to these nigga`s (haaahh)Drain these nigga`s, if they wanna (who wanna?)I gotta crew from Soundview wantin` war (c`mon)Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (from the faaall)We gotta bring it all Uptown in the party (uhhh)Cause Lord Tariq won`t you come and get shit started?*Chorus**Verse Two*[Lord Tariq]Check it yo, I`m in the big black BroncoSippin` Rimmey out the bottleFrom the Bronx like Billy BlancoFortin` high-on on the throttleMy shit dates back like American BandstandsSo ya`ll niggas sit and relax while these grands change handsStand tall, stick yo chest out boyAnd be a manYou bust one, you let them all-out, and go all-outWit` dat bug you had to fall-out wit, head-chestDon`t let-`em fall-out, shitAnd if I fall-out, quickIt`s Money BossI`m at the midnight blueThree times to excite youHave you drippin` off mah chest, wantin` ta be crewWantin` to be flauntin` the shit that we doBut ya can`t nigga, ya still young, it`s still alot of shit to go throughI been through enough drugs to get you high, think "I`m Bout It"Think I`m lyin`? `Cause I`m rhymin? Nigga mah path would be routedShit is real, don`t you battle, now get ya bricks fa` tinNow that`s the Steel House of "Bout It" (House of "Bout It")Money Boss...*Chorus*I think it`s `bout time you`d shine (shine)Nigga`s made chips off mine (mine)Climb the same rhyme, reclineIt`s time to bring pain to these nigga`s Drain these nigga`s, if they wanna (yo who wanna?)I gotta crew from Soundview wantin` warStart a revolution with mah niggas from the fall Gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (party)Peter Gunz won`t you come and get this shit started?*Chorus**Verse Three*[Peter Gunz]`Ey-yoWhen you gettin` chips, you got mad tricks ridin` ya ponyBut when ya slip, the same stank bitch is wanna journeyYa baby motha`, probably fuckin` brotha` if he trickin`You resort to ass-kickin`, she dick-lickin`Now you in the mountains up northGimme the Nine, time ta think about the dumb shit ya did, play a mindSekikes, to all the chickens you treated, like they was queensAin`t never rolled a nigga recenin` up in his greensConversatin his low, ho`Ain`t you gettin` chips? You get a check on the first birth, help a nigga liveI used to get.. rent money, I sent and spent moneyI never lent money, I burned and bent moneySo why you actin` funny, wit` yours?Put them drawers on yo ass, and I knew the stash, a baby of courseWhen ya baby bounce up into the slack I took your son like he was my son, he never lackAnd baby wise up*Chorus*Nigga it`s `bout time you`d shine (shine)But nigga`s made chips off mine (mine)Climb the same rhyme, reclineIt`s time to bring pain to these nigga`s Drain these nigga`s, if they wanna (yo who wanna?)I gotta crew from Soundview wantin` warStart a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (haahah)We gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (party)Lord Tariq won`t you come and get this shit started?*Chorus**Verse Three*[Lord Tariq]`Ey-yoI be the Bronx narrator, recitin` my ghetto storiesTo mah playas, from the smallest to the tallest categoryWhile you got shadow warriors, money ain`t mah problemYou want aches and breaks, of that shit? Well I got `emMoney Boss, get crossed off, so ring the alarmBronx roots, I recruit the thoughts, I`m making bombsI`m the calm and the stong, Hiroshima the bombI have you in protection programs, somewhere on the farmWit` mah eyes on you niggas, like the feds and faka`sGot they eye`s on the sippa`s, big tippa`s, and dice shaka`sSmall head-build, means you the small-time niggaWith small thoughts, and small means, of gettin` small figuresBy all means, expedite, "Live long -- prosper"Ya live-wrong suits, got`chaRemember that mink you bought? For 9 G`s and somehow split the sceneIt`s in the government auction, for 900 -- what does it mean?*Chorus*I think it`s `bout time we`d shine (shine)But nigga`s made chips off mine (mine)And climb the same rhyme, reclineIt`s time to bring pain to these nigga`s Gotta, drain these nigga`s, if they wanna (`ey-yo who wanna?)I gotta crew from Soundview wantin` warStart a revolution with mah niggas from the fall We gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (uh)Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq ta get this shit started? (get it started)*Chorus**Outro*["Lord Tariq" & (Peter Gunz)](Peter like --)"Like what?" (Like?) "Like what?"(Philly) "Wanted... like what, like what?"(L.A., uh..) "Like what, like what?" (From the V.A., play on) "Like what, like what? (Shytown just; play, play on... and uh) "Like what, like what? (In Detroit they; play, play on... and uh) "Like what, like what?" (And in Atlanta they; play, play on...)"Like what, like what?" (Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq we here ta; play, play on..) "Like what?"(Big Mac on the tracks) "Just waaaannntedd!"(Uh, it`s gonna be wax) "It`s a waaaannntedd!"(Ya know?) "Say waaaannntedd!"(Rest In Peace to mah man Frank D.) "No doubt, Frank D."(Uh, uh.. yeah) "I feel ya"(Uh, uh, yeah) "I feel ya playa... Money Boss, step runners, PeterGunz, Lord Tariq and..."(Kevin Mitchell)(Uh, Uh, Yeah) "KNS... E. Beez"(To mah man E. Beezley... yeah.. uh...)(E... we bounce on) "Day night I can feel ya... The V.A."(We bounce off...) "The V.A.... that`s what I`m talkin` `bout.... get money""I can feel ya`ll...." (You know how we do)"I can feel ya`ll...." (All day everyday) "Yeah nigga... Codeine like what? (KNS... Big Ski) "Illeagal drugs takin` ova`... `97"(Uh, Brooklyn) "Right..."(Uptown...) "Like what, like what?" (New York Sound...) "New York Sound, New York Sound"(Jersey)

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