Dave Atkinson - Marmalade lyrics

[Verse One] [Peter Gunz] Can I f**in' 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 n***as rich See me - I'm stackin mah chips, flippin' mah chips b**h, I... Peter Gunz, I... Listen I, gobble, pour all I broke No joke, clear the smoke, or get smoked n***a what? You stand ya plan You faka's join, but what's the point you makin'? Nothin' taken I seen n***a's come and go But I'ma say a A mothaf**in' Bronx playa I went from eatin' outta trash To walkin' and pushin' the E-Cla** From chickens, to f**in' b**hes 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) n***a's made chips off mine (mine) Climb the same rhyme, recline It's time to bring pain to these n***a's (haaahh) Drain these n***a's, if they wanna (who wanna?) I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war (c'mon) Start a revolution with mah n***as 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 sh** 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 sh** dates back like American Bandstands So ya'll n***as 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, sh** 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 sh** that we do But ya can't n***a, ya still young, it's still alot of sh** to go through I been through enough d** to get you high, think "I'm Bout It" Think I'm lyin'? 'Cause I'm rhymin? n***a mah path would be routed sh** 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) n***a's made chips off mine (mine) Climb the same rhyme, recline It's time to bring pain to these n***a's Drain these n***a's, if they wanna (yo who wanna?) I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war Start a revolution with mah n***as from the fall Gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (party) Peter Gunz won't you come and get this sh** 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 b**h is wanna journey Ya baby motha', probably f**in' brotha' if he trickin' You resort to a**-kickin', she dick-lickin' Now you in the mountains up north Gimme the Nine, time ta think about the dumb sh** ya did, play a mind Sekikes, to all the chickens you treated, like they was queens Ain't never rolled a n***a recenin' up in his greens Conversatin his low, ho' Ain't you gettin' chips? You get a check on the first birth, help a n***a 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 a**, 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] n***a it's 'bout time you'd shine (shine) But n***a's made chips off mine (mine) Climb the same rhyme, recline It's time to bring pain to these n***a's Drain these n***a's, if they wanna (yo who wanna?) I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war Start a revolution with mah n***as from the fall (haahah) We gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (party) Lord Tariq won't you come and get this sh** 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 sh**? 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 n***as, 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 n***a 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 n***a's made chips off mine (mine) And climb the same rhyme, recline It's time to bring pain to these n***a's Gotta, drain these n***a's, if they wanna ('ey-yo who wanna?) I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war Start a revolution with mah n***as from the fall We gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (uh) Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq ta get this sh** 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 n***a... Codeine like what? (KNS... Big Ski) "Illeagal d** takin' ova'... '97" (Uh, Brooklyn) "Right..." (Uptown...) "Like what, like what?" (New York Sound...) "New York Sound, New York Sound" (Jersey)