Marmalade lyrics

Marmalade lyrics

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Marmalade lyrics

Send "Marmalade" Ringtone to your Cell Verse One* [Peter Gunz] Can I fuckin` play? I got a quarter mill` in the bank No one to thank but me Break me `Gunz` Bronx ball playa Take the gatas and suits from niggas rich See me I`m stackin mah chips flippin` mah chips Bitch I... Peter Gunz I... Listen I gobble pour all I broke No joke clear the smoke or get smoked Nigga what? You stand ya plan You faka`s join but what`s the point you makin`? Nothin` taken I seen nigga`s come and go But I`ma say a A mothafuckin` Bronx playa I went from eatin` outta trash To walkin` and pushin` the E-Class From chickens, to fuckin` bitches that`s lookin` like Stacy Cash An`-now flash Moms prayed to God that she`d be green But it was hard for me to raise somebody, I never seen Cherish I testify when they ask me ta speak I 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, recline It`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 Bronco Sippin` Rimmey out the bottle From the Bronx like Billy Blanco Fortin` high-on on the throttle My shit dates back like American Bandstands So ya`ll niggas sit and relax while these grands change hands Stand tall, stick yo chest out boy And be a man You bust one, you let them all-out, and go all-out Wit` dat bug you had to fall-out wit, head-chest Don`t let-`em fall-out, shit And if I fall-out, quick It`s Money Boss I`m at the midnight blue Three times to excite you Have you drippin` off mah chest, wantin` ta be crew Wantin` to be flauntin` the shit that we do But ya can`t nigga, ya still young, it`s still alot of shit to go through I 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 routed Shit is real, don`t you battle, now get ya bricks fa` tin Now 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, recline It`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` war Start 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-yo When you gettin` chips, you got mad tricks ridin` ya pony But when ya slip, the same stank bitch is wanna journey Ya baby motha`, probably fuckin` brotha` if he trickin` You resort to ass-kickin`, she dick-lickin` Now you in the mountains up north Gimme the Nine, time ta think about the dumb shit ya did, play a mind Sekikes, to all the chickens you treated, like they was queens Ain`t never rolled a nigga recenin` up in his greens Conversatin his low, ho` Ain`t you gettin` chips? You get a check on the first birth, help a nigga live I used to get.. rent money, I sent and spent money I never lent money, I burned and bent money So why you actin` funny, wit` yours? Put them drawers on yo ass, and I knew the stash, a baby of course When ya baby bounce up into the slack I took your son like he was my son, he never lack And 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, recline It`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` war Start 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-yo I be the Bronx narrator, recitin` my ghetto stories To mah playas, from the smallest to the tallest category While you got shadow warriors, money ain`t mah problem You want aches and breaks, of that shit? Well I got `em Money Boss, get crossed off, so ring the alarm Bronx roots, I recruit the thoughts, I`m making bombs I`m the calm and the stong, Hiroshima the bomb I have you in protection programs, somewhere on the farm Wit` mah eyes on you niggas, like the feds and faka`s Got they eye`s on the sippa`s, big tippa`s, and dice shaka`s Small head-build, means you the small-time nigga With small thoughts, and small means, of gettin` small figures By all means, expedite, `Live long -- prosper` Ya live-wrong suits, got`cha Remember that mink you bought? For 9 G`s and somehow split the scene It`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, recline It`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` war Start 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, Peter Gunz, 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 Send " Marmalade" Ringtone to your Cell Marmalade lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Marmalade lyrics @ ELyrics | Marmalade lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Marmalade lyrics @ Songlyrics | Marmalade lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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