Popa Chief - Marvelous lyrics

[Chorus: Raison the Zoo Keeper] This sh** is marvelous, glorious style, ya'll can't touch this Bust this, we bucking them n***as that can't be trusted Yo, we bucking them n***as who can't be trusted Yo, yo, we bucking them n***as who can't be trusted [Merdoc] 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 n***as that wait I told 'em better things come to those n***as that go get it n***a 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 [Chorus 2X] [12 O'Clock] 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 wit the loaded hammer, chilling in Alabama Trying to get that currency, the color of David Banner Heard them n***as 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 n***a, why don't you take off them chains You'll survive, don't drive, f*ggot dry ya eyes I know that money's in that place, where that wood burn fire [Lifestylez] Aiyo, worldwind blow, acapella spit, lick dick Trick b**h, face first, zip lip, fresh wrist co*k back, hammers flow, flow rhymes, and can't nobody Ever see my n***as like these See you gangsta, left heavy sh** 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, wit 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 [Chorus 2X] [Popa Chief] High like a 747, would spit like a reverend Bust like a mack 11 Websurfing, you better look Zu sh** 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 ill gotten game Broken liquor bottles, empty beer cans Sex sells, p**y 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 [Chorus 4X]