BROOKLYN ZU - Marvelous lyrics

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This shit is marvelous, glorious style, ya'll can't touch this

Bust this, we bucking them niggas that can't be trusted

Yo, we bucking them niggas who can't be trusted

Yo, yo, we bucking them niggas who can't be trusted

Aiyo, most of these shorties wanna jump right on me

Truth be the story, yo, they can't afford me

I come from Medina, where we move, that's all we know

Pain, no gain, no guts, no glory

I make certain moves, my rhymes is Pro Tools

Merdy sings the blues, and my team is bad news

They say good things come to those niggas that wait

I told 'em better things come to those niggas that go get it

Nigga get that through ya fitted, little homey

Hungry is as hungry does, it's been a long time coming

Still trying to shake the fuzz, still trying to catch a buzz

I'm trying to live long and prosper, eat steak, lobster

And pasta, like a mobster

I use my street name, I got a mean shoot game

My blunt stay lit and my feet don't fail me

Been trying to catch this body, filthy, I'm not guilty

I'm a wind talker, I'm a slick talker, a New Yorker

My style the kind that release the street vulture

The place that I rep, got the highest murder rate

And that beef that you talk, get a body put away

Long no trey eights, the AK pump shotguns without the pump

So punk DA, I'm in the club with the loaded hammer, chilling in Alabama

Trying to get that currency, the color of David Banner

Heard them niggas had high times in Atlanta

Told 'em Fruity Pebbles smell like apple banana

Had to get 'em like Kane, put a gun through his brain

You a baller type nigga, why don't you take off them chains

You'll survive, don't drive, faggot dry ya eyes

I know that money's in that place, where that wood burn fire

Aiyo, worldwind blow, acapella spit, lick dick

Trick bitch, face first, zip lip, fresh wrist

Cock back, hammers flow, flow rhymes, and can't nobody

Ever see my niggas like these

See you gangsta, left heavy shit

Exhault now, leave playa burn when I spit

Pop a clip, squeeze fire shots, ease through my P's

Cornbread, Earl and Me, dead man dreams

Dangerous wheel type, fools armageddon

G-O-D, bury mics, June's black brethren

Keep calm, sweating, stick you up, with my brethren

Call me Do Streets, even kicked the devil out of heaven

Armored wall styles, techniques, tough kevlar

Rally up, last Sunday, build bond

Peace God, ante up, this your white lie

Battle like Bedstuy, thugs suicide to die

High like a 747, would spit like a reverend

Bust like a mack 11

Websurfing, you better look Zu shit up

Special request, select the hook Zu spinner

Fast and furious, black and dangerous

Opposite of tickelish, special forces

Hating, hold your horses, foe, cut your loses

Not enough workers, too, many forces

Time change, people change, the game change

Some people get paper, some beg for change

The dope game, street fame, live it up, fast lane

The whole world revolves around I'll gotten game

Broken liquor bottles, empty beer cans

Sex sells, pussy popping on the handstand

Dudes is stuck like tree stumps in the same place

Meanwhile I castrate, conquering base space

Hooked after one tape, damn, not another cakae

Feeling like a million bucks, just got the Benz plate