LORD TARIQ - Marmalade lyrics

rate me

Verse One*

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*

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*

'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*

'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*

(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 waaannntedd!"

(Uh, it's gonna be wax) "It's a waaannntedd!"

(Ya know?) "Say waaannntedd!"

(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)