Lyrics:
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If a sneak start leanin' and the heat stop workin'
Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in
the army
I'm having shit should be sponsored by Charmin
Got tired of the purp took the red off the market
This ain't no playground I ain't got time to play
the ride out waiting, and I got the place, girl all you gotta do, it say go
Said I'm on the way now
I'm trying to use your body like a playground
You ain't
didn't care but with open arms they stood by I'm sorry for all the nights I made them cry this is the street that made me who I am
if I could go back I do
I get down, I don't lay down
Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
Hey yo, I'm taking all
I'm an official mack, Lex coupe triple black
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he
I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again
I don't need no applaud, to clap again
Let alone, no award, from rap to win
Talk drama, get
(Why?)
Ever since I left the ho lonely in tears
Ain't no telling what her friends putting up in her ears
Ideas of setting me up I'm not trying to hear
contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And I'm from Marcy
(uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now niggaz
(Round here, round here)
We know you scared now
Marcy House (let's go, Just Blaze)
[Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek]
I'm an official mack, Lex coupe triple black
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he
Woke up in
Woke up in New York CityLying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow
You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
reveal a broken seal, like a (pause) fiend steal
You for fake, I'm for real, like Jesus Christ's last meal
You make deals with devils
The soul
The rap guerilla the wack rap ringtone killer
I'm here
To find a nigga equally realer it's rare
You can meet me in the square
If you dare to come near
I
Yeah, I know you love the sound
Give it all
Right now
Give it
Right now
Right now
Know you wear the crown
Me
I'm running over
On your playground
Hate
A criminal's paradise a convict with a pair of dice (Snake eyes)
Ain't talking stairs but I got cases and swear I been taking flights (I'm gone)
I'm
contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And I'm from Marcy
Woke up, woke up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's, West 54, wow
You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And I'm from Marcy you catch me on anybody's block
Rappin' thug, the Roc
Hoes they all clock like
Chillin' in the spot in my B-Boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like
Bruce Lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock
For Leonard Nimoy fans
So
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues
Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin
Got
dues
Times is hard in the slums I'm from
They got us barred in
We warring and cage dodging
Ripping and robbing
Got the NARC sabotaging, slipping cracks
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