MARCO POLO - 46 Bars Of Death lyrics
rate mefeat. Hannibal Stax
Been through some things, no longer trap by my sins
Each stacks chronicals, a new chapter begins
Got a passion to win, still after the ends
Don’t need to act or pretend, we don’t have to be friends
Feed up the phone bout my cash flow, know how that go
Stacking mac and jack a rapper, stealing the show
I’m a on sleeve, true hand, cuff you pro
All the way live, on stage or on radio
Right now got aways to go, shouts to bf cutton
Marco polo, mister maldonado
Ghoul rest in peace, can’t forget premo
Mike ron, since I recited my first poem
Destined to be respected, well known, check it
Hope you pressed record, cause this is for the record
Royalty in the building, my style’s majestic
Keep the thing thang on me, though my mind is the weapon
Straight off the streets, so it’s bound to get hectic
If your girl chose me, don’t hate it, accept it
On that new and improved, extra next shit
Be prepared to loose it all, if you test it
Loose you while I now talking all reckless
Till you unload the clip, hit em, send em a message
I rather shoot the one, I’m ambidextrous
Really ain’t the motherfucker to mess with
Truly one the brooklyn best, I catch reck bitch
International and domestic, fuck gettin arrested
got too much invested,
Money to make, money to take, it’s a cleck tick
Rap 7 1 8, tha fuck you expect
Sling a head nod, tryina make you break your neck
Been doing this thing here since tape cassettes
Vinyl, number one contender, after the title
Feel sorry for rivals, my intention’s a homicidal
That’s death to your career, your destination is final
Ghetto, not your american idol
Special, some of these verses belong in the bible
For all non believers, I got lessons on survival
But you won’t step out on faith, you fear is so primal
Time to, do what I do, make power moves
With or without you
Not only cause I want to, I got to
Never been stand still, connect with my links
Reign on your head like an anvil
And still good in the hood, stacking maximills
Sip something, catch contact and bill
Shoot the gift from breeze, keep it just that real
Chuck the deuce, cut loose, I got goals to fullfil
Respect the name, 46 bars of death splat at your brain
Respect the name, 46 bars of death splat at your brain
Respect the name, 46 bars of death splat at your brain
Respect the name, 46 bars of death splat at your brain.
Thanks to CT for correcting these lyrics
