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roc marciano - slugs thru ya papaya lyrics

[verse 1: roc marciano]
yeah, big blimps, k!ller pimps, drug dealer science
clients, militant pen, equivalent to gun fire for hire
slugs thru ya papaya, fire, run up in your tire
and snatch china from your vagina, roll like a tire
i’m on the move again like a fugitive
slippery like a lubricant, my gun come with a duplicate
plus boo i shoot from the hip, like the duke in the flix
the coup is a six, how it feel to sit on a scoop of jif
if i don’t toot my own horn, if it’s not me then who is
the street is in need of my g-influence, put a g into rent
feed you a tin, then let my people’s in
spin your vehicle with the eagle and, get in the regal with the evil grim
get medieval in, bring needle in, flee in the red el camino in
wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet
where them k!llers at, spray the milli mac, jack your beaver hat

[verse 2: k!lla priest]
… mar’s priest
i wrestle with devils, had scuffles with gods
play chess with death while demons have shuffled up cards
i flirt it with murder he observe to puff the cigars
flash back to all my peoples out there hustling hard
spot them one talking to a sarge, ask how much for the job
i have them stuffed in the yard, i’ll struck behind bars
ya ain’t peoples that was weedy past you dustin’ your car
have you tied in the cellar, while he’s up in your broad
secret society, bravery is giving me anxiety
brings out the side of me, turns my hair white
my eyes fiery, names of dead back leaders you see i hate diaries
markin’ in the scope off the balcony
same bullets make malcolm bleed
too much truth can make your alb-m see
reality, a lot of mc’s are cowardly
priest’s a writer, i put fire and hot brimstones
on verses that curses gza, to rakim’s throne
big daddy kane forever reign supreme over nearly everyone
heaven son, thresh to come, guards gun slinger
program the beat, with just one finger
wanna win a thousand alliances
one of the triumphs, the plan is to lying land of the mayans standard design
from liquid swords to solid arrows, priest is the pharaoh
on marble floors, increasing apparel

- roc marciano lyrics

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