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marco polo – double exxecution lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, real murder and sh-t
double execution
what the f-ck y’all n-ggas wanna do?

[torae]
if you ain’t never been to a funeral, you just p-ssed the welcome mat
wish you would of met pac, i can help with that
this r-t-rded, chinstrap, real helmet rap
everybody got bodies, never held a gat
how you melt the wax, you call me, doe
then bring in juxxman in the track by m.p., doe
this ain’t brokeback n-gga, this is so crack
can i get a soul clap? (bum! bum!) ole!

[ruste juxx]
pop goes my blowzac, blowing, your show’s whack
n-ggas at the front door demanding they dough back
f-ck is this perpetrator, i’m poking his ribs up
got my little homies with me, yolkin’ his kids up
it’s a fact i put my hood on the map
you a b-tch boy, never put the hood in your rap
i’mma blast the eight, hockey mash the face
then i take it to supreme court and smash the case

[hook]
it goes skets, burners, hammers, ratchets
beats, rhymes, hip hop cl-ssics
lava, venom, only one solution
to bring forth the double execution

[ruste juxx]
yo, vic vicious, i murder mics maliciously
big booty, delicious b-tches, p-ssy in st-tches
i be gun-drummin’ ‘em, gunnin’ your body down
but they don’t want to a barrel so we m-ffle the shotty sound
meat loaf your grill, swiss cheese your back
no lettuce and tomatoes, i turn ‘em to big macs
with a young veteran, polo the beat master
ruste juxx be that brooklyn beat-basher

[torae]
heat-flasher, i’m c-ckin’ the chrome
i lied, you walk farther, red dot to your dome
ratchet by the radiator, make you hot in your home
had your eye on the wrong n-gga, you was watchin’ the throne
we was in the borough of brooklyn, just rockin’ the flow
choppin’ it slow for those that just want to cop it and go
brand new shaft to your dome, only resolution
double hommies, double the bodies, and double execution

[hook]

[ruste juxx]
ruste juxx, who the f-ck go harder?
respect your elders, i might be your father
light years behind me biting the dust
i’m at the finish line rollin’ up, lightin’ the dutch

[torae]
lifeline, writin’ my clutch, hangin’ in the balance
get smart you get smacked, intellectual valance
learn the lesson to get a lecture in talons
the brooklyn bullsh-t, crown heights to allen

[ruste juxx]
these n-ggas be wylin’, poppin’ off the lip
till i hang ‘em upside down, drop ‘em off a cliff
sweet box knock you out, the win
wake your -ss up and knock you back out again

[torae]
then black out again, bring the gats out again
chop your body up and stuff you in the black ottoman
bark louder than this thing that you bite
so by morning your mom’s mourning, but now it’s goodnight

[hook]

[outro]
that motherf-cker thought it was a game?
ruste juxx n-gga
torae, mp



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