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Correct Marcberg Lyrics
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[Hook] To the G's, to the custys To the hood rats, where the kush at Marcberg in the all black book bag Push your bush back nigga this is good crack What it look like nigga this is hood rap Get it in fam till I bring the hook back [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] That's G shitted, I had to sleep with it Creep with it in the Jeep tinted Weed scented, tricks up under sleeve hidden Flea bitten this is street business The heat niggas get beat with it Squeeze triggers like green lemons A dream winner, nigga we pitchin' heat like Clemens Eleven innings, takin' ?, you're did in Mac 10 push your shit in I slid in like a villain, stealin' Twinkie fillin' start spillin' out your widdig I went in like swimmin', venom Split 'em and hem 'em like denim, lit up the izm My position, Benz driven, men of vision Support my decision but who isn't? Picture me livin' with a Robin Givens, locked in prison But now I'm on top rockin' lizard, exquisite [Hook] To the G's, to the custys To the hood rats, where the kush at Marcberg in the all black book bag Push your bush back nigga this is good crack What it look like nigga this is hood rap Get it in fam till I bring the hook back [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Well it's the gun clapper, one stacker, shellacker Pimp, no limp nor relaxer Get at ya, catch ya, and capture your Cleopatra And push your burrito backwards I had to use a few guido tactics, made nigga Rock them De Niro in Casino glasses I should clap you and leave the ratchet Ride the beat tight like a speedo jacket Nothin' less than a kilo package, on the Average, fine wine pour on the tablet And more elaborate fabric, a lot of raw in the cabinet Prada on with the cashmere, keep the gat near the cashier You're like deer versus black bear Rap clear, and let the wax tear off your back hair I'm back in here, act sincere I smash your ear with a glass of beer like "yeah" The master with the shaft beard I don't crack and stare, I'm packin' swear Dashin', I mash 'em, smash and tear You're just asses, you're flat and square Splash 'em, what's happenin' you like what's here Fast and frail yeah that's what's fair Cats despair up on you let the rachets hail [Hook] To the G's, to the custys To the hood rats, where the kush at Marcberg in the all black book bag Push your bush back nigga this is good crack What it look like nigga this is hood rap Get it in fam till I bring the hook back [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Nigga it's hard not to backpedal When you got crack to peddle and you pack metal I bag your missus like fat nickels To have me feelin' like I'm Fat Cat Nichols I pass bags out the rental To little niggas like skittles Uh, you're just kibble I take bites at your riddles not nibbles I clap missiles at your bureau To put your face up on the wall like a mural We get De Niro by the Euro And put them VVS stones on the earlobes I appear as a pharaoh With six hollow head shells and a barrel My apparel is that of a sparrow, fly to the marrow I should be in the sky like a arrow You see me you see the culture In 3D, I'm the opposite of mediocre As for wifey this thing is over As soon as I meet me a Oprah I'm a need a chauffeur The Louis loafer on the sofa I keep a toolie in the holster like Sosa I'm not a boaster I'm just a vulture my face on a wanted poster The streets is a mother The fiends want the butter it's hard to see through the clutter My artistry is the gutter, but honestly I'd rather be in the league not the Rucker As I proceed in the chucka, your queen want me to cut her You might need to cuff her mufucka
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