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DJ CLUE : M.A.R.C.Y. lyrics

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DJ CLUE lyrics : "M.A.R.C.Y."

(feat. Memphis Bleek, Geda K)

[Memphis Bleek (DJ Clue)]

(Word up!)
Uhh..
I've become accustomed to goin through customs

Pound in my pocket hollerin "!#@* THEM!" (What!?)
I'm livin that life that you only talk about
I'm $#&@in them hoes that you only thought about

I spend that money but you won't spend about
as much that I made off my last single out
Whatchu think of that? ^!$$%z, y'all know

that I kill ^!$$%z slow when I live for this dough (Holla!)
Got labels sick, I know they hate that
I'm makin they artists push them dates back (C'mon!)

I don't need tattoos to prove I pack tools
Go 'head and act fool and become dog food
Memph Man, uh-huh, yeah that's me

Same ^!$$% that don't give a "basically"
And I'm still smokin, it be like that
Ya blunt went out, ^!$$% relight that


[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
I'm from M.A.R.C.Y.

B.K. style, see Bleek how?
I'm from M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Geda how?


[Chorus]


[Geda K (DJ Clue)]
Yeah..
I'm finally put in the game, right where I should be

And the gat laid right where it should be (Ha ha!)
Violate, you be put where you should be
Have your family and friends screamin "How could he?"

Walk the streets with a body on his back
Ride around in a V with the shottie in the back (Uh-huh)
And for y'all that swear, that I front for rep

Only thing that I front is hoes and !@%!e and clips of tef
With a co-d, that's a, menace to the people
Yeah we sold D and made a livin off of people (Yeah!)

Ghetto, corrupted us, and we taught ourselves
How to add and scale plus bag and sell
And how to, aim and shoot

and I got brain when the wrist locked
wherever the dot spot leave the tape
You keep actin like you can't die in a blaze

and I let sixteen of 'em dive in your wake

[Chorus x2]


[DJ Clue over Chorus]
New %#@!! Memphis Bleek!

Geda! Marcy! Fresh out!
(?) Tata! B.I.!


[Memphis Bleek (DJ Clue)]
Picture me rollin in that five hundred Benz
I got no love for you ^!$$%z it ain't no need to be friends (Clue!)

I give a $#&@ 'bout 'em, no need to talk 'bout 'em
He act bout it, I let the fo'-fo' pound 'em
The co-d's, ^!$$% no statements

Just shots, empty shell casings
No prints, V's no tint
Phone, Sprint, Six, no chips ^!$$%

R-O yeah M-A
Realist hood and clique ^!$$%, comprende?
You (*##$ ^!$$%z know I'm focused right?

You still catch M-E-M loc'n right? (Ha ha!)
In the black V, wit the gat on my lap
Shovel in the trunk, go 'head ^!$$%, front

This M dot E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
Coppin out to a one to three, you (*##$ ^!$$%!


[Chorus x2]

[DJ Clue over Chorus]
Fat shout! Cuttino Mobley!
Steve Francis! Houston Rockets!

My ^!$$% Chris Childs!
LaVar Postell! New York Knicks!
Word up!

[DJ Clue]

DJ Clue! Desert Storm!
Roc-a-Fella!
The Professional Part 2!
Ha ha!

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