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marcus ariah - jefe lyrics

[verse] laze:
money motivated f-ck a hater can’t stop the sh-t that i’m doin’
i load the chopper at the opposition
block away i let the sniper hit ’em
i been chef cookin’ in my h-ll’s kitchen
if you check the straps, couple sh-lls missin’
if you check the back, another cell flippin’
i’m a young hustler from the north, get it
fly down to the lax
throw it down when i’m in the west
but i’m east side til’ the day i die
see where i’m from, my hoods the best
feel like 50 bullet proof the vest
referee when i wave the tech
phone ring like what you need
homie call me back cause i ain’t weigh it yet
i’m the plug though, i’m the plug though
squad call me el jefe
spanish papi’s down to catch a homi for laze
long as they rent paid
f-ck a feature i don’t really need ya
your waves over barely touch the beaches
i’m ras baracka in these newark streets
you casey veggies when its to the beef
when it come to rappin’, i’m the only snappin’
when i drop an alb-m sh-t is goin’ platinum
i’m that new, new
you was just what happened
i been runnin’ up, now i’m overlappin’
i was goin’ down, now i p-ss the ladder
i just cannot fathom how they tryna battle
and if i ain’t jersey i don’t know what happen
gettin to the money, i’m steady maccin’

[verse2] marcus ariah:
boy i call up el jefe
and everyday is his best day
you f-ckin’ with my team dog and i swear to god
it’s your rest day
we comin’ up and we paid now
n-gg-s wanna throw shade now
had to leave my old b-tch
now a n-gg- whippin’ i8’s now
got a 45 in the driver seat, with a deuce, deuce
call her derek jeter
had to pop a n-gg- talkin’ wild
man we in the jungle, had to make it even
n-gg- beef ain’t my forte
i gotta end it all, man i make em’ vegan
man i’m getting this money from house to house
got ’em thinkin’ that i’m trick or treatin’
in the brick city where they getting busy
make a phone call
got my n-gg-s with me
and my n-gg-s ballin’ like they never had it
n-gg-s blood and crackin’, like a ghost whitney
rip to her and all my n-gg-s dyin’
all the babies lost, and every mama cryin’
now we pop a perc and now a n-gg- fryin’
with the same sh-t that had my mama sighin’
i ain’t trippin’ over nothin’, been all through it
if you got a problem then you made the problem
it ain’t never proper but i probably get it
if it’s dirty money i ain’t talkin’ bout it
you ain’t bout it bout it
n-gg-s cheese and rat
smile in your face and then they talk about you
then you make a bigger n-gg- cash out
on ya entourage and now they walkin’ round you
i don’t put no trust in these new n-gg-s
all i know these tough guys they fictions
my team want that bread and that chicken
we gods like we in holy scriptures

[verse3] laze:
got a couple n-gg-s who laid in the box
k!lled my n-gg- boo, that sh-t hurt the block
and i’m really trippin’ that you was the one
cause you left a son without his pops
nothin’ sweet about my city, load the semi
with my n-gg- marcus, so you know we ready
all my migos loco and they swing machetes
and we chasin’ pain with a shot of henny

[verse4] marcus ariah:
got my n-gg- laze and the whole squad
and we takin’ over like it’s armageddon
and we all gon get it and we armed and ready
gotta get the money like we on already
got a diamond dream, that’s a dime a dozen
so we come in dozens, and we bringin’ plenty
got these n-gg-s talkin’
but my n-gg-s back to back to back to back
so you temporary, lil p-ssy
p-ssy bwoy
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s
lil b-tch -ss n-gg-s, yea

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