MarcB lyrics

by

Young Nudy


[Intro]
The f*ck you mean you don't know DJ Marc B?
Yeah
Kid Hazel, you killed this sh*t
Uh, yeah, uh, uh
Damn, thought they right there with me though
Damn, thought these n*ggas was my bros
Uh, damn, uh

[Chorus]
Ha, oof, ha, oof
Laughin' at these n*ggas 'cause they so funny (Uh-huh, so funny)
Came a long way from takin' n*ggas' money (Takin' n*ggas' money)
Now I got too much, they tryna take my money
(Tryna take my money, well damn)
How you gon' rob a robber? (Huh?)
Slimeball been a robber (Yeah)
38's solvin' problems (Yeah)
Hit his ass with revolvers (Uh-huh, yeah)
(Uh-huh) Now it's no mo' problems (Nah, uh-uh)

[Verse 1]
Old homeboy tried to set me up
sh*t sound crazy, I ain't give a f*ck
Only thing I did was show these n*ggas love
Guess the love to these n*ggas wasn't enough
n*gga actin' like a n*gga owe him somethin'
n*ggas out here actin' like my ho or somethin'
Damn, my n*gga, I don't owe you nothin'
Not nan time I told you shoot your gun
Handle my own beef when I'm in the streets
When it come to beef, these n*ggas not seein' me
I'm not friendly, n*gga, you ain't nothin' like me
Big dog in the hood, these folk here love me
n*ggas hatin' 'cause they not above me
That bullsh*t, that sh*t don't rub me
Hell nah, n*gga, ain't no pressure
Too much strong in me havin' pressure
And I'm havin' extra
I'm a big flexer, you's a big flexer
Difference 'tween me and you, we two different flexers
I be flexin', n*gga, 'cause I'm havin' this sh*t
[Chorus]
Ha, oof, ha, oof
Laughin' at these n*ggas 'cause they so funny (Uh-huh, so funny)
Came a long way from takin' n*ggas' money (Takin' n*ggas' money)
Now I got too much, they tryna take my money
(Tryna take my money, well damn)
How you gon' rob a robber? (Huh?)
Slimeball been a robber (Yeah)
38's solvin' problems (Yeah)
Hit his ass with revolvers (Uh-huh, yeah)
(Uh-huh) Now it's no mo' problems (Nah, uh-uh)

[Verse 2]
You be flexin', n*gga, you ain't havin' sh*t
Tellin' all these lies, all that cappin' sh*t
I be havin' sh*t, I ain't gotta cap 'bout sh*t
n*ggas know I said it, know I meant that sh*t
Shoot a n*gga, nah, ain't no evidence
Big dog in my hood, and they scared of me
But I keep it cool, try to keep it cool
You out here pump fakin', tryna be a goon
Damn, damn, damn
Flyer than a motherf*ckin' plane now
Hell yeah, I don't need no stains now
The way I built this sh*t, got my own gang now
n*gga, keep hatin', keep that hate out
I'm a real n*gga when I come out
n*ggas see Slime, get to hush mouth
I don't say too much, I get 'em touched now
[Chorus]
Ha, oof, ha, oof
Laughin' at these n*ggas 'cause they so funny (Uh-huh, so funny)
Came a long way from takin' n*ggas' money (Takin' n*ggas' money)
Now I got too much, they tryna take my money
(Tryna take my money, well damn)
How you gon' rob a robber? (Huh?)
Slimeball been a robber (Yeah)
38's solvin' problems (Yeah)
Hit his ass with revolvers (Uh-huh, yeah)
(Uh-huh) Now it's no mo' problems (Nah, uh-uh)
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