Marq Spekt - Breakfast Club lyrics

Ft. Philly LoLife AllStars (Intro) Yo, don't put yo f**in' bag down Don't put yo bag down, best believe my hand gon' be in it You bett' not say sh** Yo, youz a security guard at the goddamn mall? I'mma spray you with some ?, karate chop yo fruit Then kick you in yo f**in' balls (Verse: L Tyrannic) Xantiv Empire pushed my real jam, still here Feel free to stare, Jeans to the ? but the Coleroy hat Han-Lo sent the water boy back More yak, blue garments for orange(?) Note yo recipe, Blue Moon College Jungle chainsaw dellage the brother Episode funka, they could smell me in rush sponsored links Soulin', not potato salad You were paper plane, pilot won't allow it Homage yo mack, mahmahmah, on the street freeload Put on yo V Smohitos Hottest lance move, Cancun, Tyroon With Samdun (that's new Lampoon) And grove, catalusia when it come to this They stuck to the speaker, they can't move (Verse 2: Clever 1) We're grown men, we leave n***as with no limbs Makin' it difficult for you to reach, yeah, I'm goin' in Rockin' on Tims, plus you only drink slow jims and just started rhymin' in 010' My team vexed, we bankrollin' our queen strep Servin' our fiends while we posin' on the art museum steps Neva did I have a prolem with bein' ? That's a press that's imported from an European chef Gun for hire, I'm a k**er with a price tag Bombs will fly on yo head and leave you slump dead Villainous rats with villainous pack and dillages into TG Max It was ten of us Straight ways into yo head when I slice wrist Slap in the face with the powder hand like Mile Ebs I thought it overhead swipe with a nice left? Dimmed all yo lights while runnin' yo heist for a price check (Verse 3: Buddy Leezle) Live from the trenches, locks and park benches My n***as pack tools like hammers and wrenches Mike Oback sh**, leave ya in the basket Black Frank Miller writtin' novels this graphic My flow's Tarantino, Inglorious ba*tard Give a backflip while rollin' it backward Call on Chriss Cross, nail they a**es backwards Dipped in low, stay cheebin' in dapper (Verse 4: Driz Lo) We critically in-clean the horseman in any game Tryna live and maintain a modest stress on the brain Where I'm from the guns go bang bang Leave you dead on arrival, kid, you need a survival kit So you can try to stay alive thru this madness Problem is we spit high bullets that pa** thru yo abdomen You is slumped ova, you a punk when you sober Rhymes filled with poisonous venom, strike like cobras Philly low, sh** ain't nothin' betta, we bout cheddar Pullin' leathers with the rugby underneath set up The boots is ill and the jeans is chriss When ask who's the fliest, no need to plead the fifth Tryna make you understand what this movement is A way of life, come and see, lemme school you kids Driz Lo is abominable, world domination, anything less is intolerable (Verse: Him Lo) Know they really G's cause they ain't the ones you read about The game OC Lanes offer me to keep account Think they really spill a n***a? I'm too deep to drown Fiends listenin' with they dirty needle out Feelin' really insecure when they keep us ? Thought that I run it in this b**h, just tryna eat around(?) b**h, betta watch who you speak about Have a round of talk yo sh** and have a bleedin' mouth Matter fact, I luv it when the people doubt No glide and more suicide sklees around Take yo head as a trophy, you can keep the crown Slayn dope to the pope, this an evil sound Jaggin' bars, I wrote it with a Rambo knife Said this spark couldn't out on a candle light(?) Hold my dick, told yo mother she can't have no pipe You're goin' broke cause you tryna match my appetite