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BROOKLYN ZU : Marvelous lyrics

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BROOKLYN ZU lyrics : "Marvelous"

This %#@! is marvelous, glorious style, ya'll can't touch this
Bust this, we bucking them ^!$$%s that can't be trusted

Yo, we bucking them ^!$$%s who can't be trusted
Yo, yo, we bucking them ^!$$%s who can't be trusted

Aiyo, most of these shorties wanna jump right on me
Truth be the story, yo, they can't afford me

I come from Medina, where we move, that's all we know
Pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
I make certain moves, my rhymes is Pro Tools

Merdy sings the blues, and my team is bad news
They say good things come to those ^!$$%s that wait
I told 'em better things come to those ^!$$%s that go get it

^!$$% get that through ya fitted, little homey
Hungry is as hungry does, it's been a long time coming
Still trying to shake the fuzz, still trying to catch a buzz

I'm trying to live long and prosper, eat steak, lobster
And pasta, like a mobster
I use my street name, I got a mean shoot game

My blunt stay lit and my feet don't fail me
Been trying to catch this body, filthy, I'm not guilty
I'm a wind talker, I'm a slick talker, a New Yorker

My style the kind that release the street vulture

The place that I rep, got the highest murder rate

And that beef that you talk, get a body put away
Long no trey eights, the AK pump shotguns without the pump
So punk DA, I'm in the club with the loaded hammer, chilling in Alabama

Trying to get that currency, the color of David Banner
Heard them ^!$$%s had high times in Atlanta
Told 'em Fruity Pebbles smell like apple banana

Had to get 'em like Kane, put a gun through his brain
You a baller type ^!$$%, why don't you take off them chains
You'll survive, don't drive, [email protected]$)got dry ya eyes

I know that money's in that place, where that wood burn fire

Aiyo, worldwind blow, acapella spit, lick dick
Trick (*##$, face first, zip lip, fresh wrist

@@#! back, hammers flow, flow rhymes, and can't nobody
Ever see my ^!$$%s like these
See you gangsta, left heavy %#@!

Exhault now, leave playa burn when I spit
Pop a clip, squeeze fire shots, ease through my P's
Cornbread, Earl and Me, dead man dreams

Dangerous wheel type, fools armageddon
G-O-D, bury mics, June's black brethren
Keep calm, sweating, stick you up, with my brethren

Call me Do Streets, even kicked the devil out of heaven
Armored wall styles, techniques, tough kevlar
Rally up, last Sunday, build bond

Peace God, ante up, this your white lie
Battle like Bedstuy, thugs suicide to die

High like a 747, would spit like a reverend
Bust like a mack 11
Websurfing, you better look Zu %#@! up

Special request, select the hook Zu spinner
Fast and furious, black and dangerous
Opposite of tickelish, special forces

Hating, hold your horses, foe, cut your loses
Not enough workers, too, many forces
Time change, people change, the game change

Some people get paper, some beg for change
The dope game, street fame, live it up, fast lane
The whole world revolves around I'll gotten game

Broken liquor bottles, empty beer cans
Sex sells, #[email protected] popping on the handstand
Dudes is stuck like tree stumps in the same place
Meanwhile I castrate, conquering base space
Hooked after one tape, damn, not another cakae

Feeling like a million bucks, just got the Benz plate

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