Marco Polo - f**in Wit A Gangster lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] You know what crime is it, 211 Juxx 7:30 with a 357 4:20 I'd be puffin that magic Smoking some disaster, inhaling that tragic Ya'll know who's the best MC that's no brainer Godzilla son blow smoke you no flamer I've been a barbarian, haggard-ed viking Run up on the stage stab Ya'll for the mic 'an Commence the slaughtering, sharper than a meat cleaver Raised in hell, ???? like a street sweeper ???? hit you with the double barrel I put about twenty more holes through your apparel Call me the finisher, not Mr.C But I rep Brooklyn hard till I D.I.E So why try me I'm so deadly J.U. double X R.U.S.T.E [Interlude: Ruste Juxx] Ya n***a, check my motherf**ing record. Nobody f**in with me. Platinum. Underground [Hook] You f**in wit a gangster Gangster n***as born to k** Any rat n***as signing them papers sworn to squeal You f**in wit a mobster Mobster n***as live the life Screaming f** you pay me twice I'm that nice You f**in wit a gangster Gangster n***as born to k** Any rat n***as signing them papers sworn to squeal You f**in wit a mobster Mobster n***as live the life Screaming f** you pay me twice I'm that nice [Verse 2: Ruste Juxx] Yo I'm from Brooklyn, k**ah Crown Heights to be exact Homicide, d** and gangs is where it's at White cops wanna pull me over cause I'm black I ain't stoppin cause I'm strapped With a pocket full of crack Hideout what, f** the gingerbread man Come lookin for me you'd be a certified dead man Black out like Redman f**in with Meth You should've been weaving a right, ducking a left I shine brighter Than your top five lime-lighters You snitchin Whole bunch of drop down crime fighters b**hes ain't sh**, n***as is worth less "So what you do. Execute-em" what was your first guess I'm very un-rational A lot of s**ers like to use the word "dramatical" To make em sound radical But why try me I'm so deadly J.U double X R.U.S.T.E [Hook] [Verse 3: Sean Price] f** you and your FUBU sweater Your cheap a** jeans and your Zulu leather You shoot true never, I'm the son of Jor-El Turn my toothbrush to a shank and have fun in the jail Everything I spit is real and I mean it Jigga payin Dwayne, I'm payin Gilbert Arenas I don't buy work, I take it from dudes who heard wrong Survival of the fittest, handle my business and get gone You the sh** Sean, call me El-Dookie Pitch rock the fiend, your tight jeans Lupe I stay to myself cause I don't like convo I stay gettin fresh, I don't dress like Marco Polo, in Levi's strictly Nike's on my feet I stay O50 So fly n***a, I don't know why Good m**m brother, big beard no bow tie [Hook] [Outro: Sean Price] Ya just for record this Sean P, Younahmean. I write all of Ruste's sh**,Younahmean. If you a Ruste Juxx fan I know your a Sean Price fan, Younahmean. I'm the ghost-writer. P. And Marco kinda fly wright now, I wanna change the line, but the verse is too hot. I'm out [Laughs]