($MARCx)
It's a mothafuckin' FNBe event my nigga! That nigga Money, DonBee, my nigga Cam Capollo, and Sam P....and that lil nigga Zak-Mozis
[Hook: $MARCx]
So if you down to roll this spliff (MAYBE THEN WE CAN KICK IT!)
You brought your own piff (MAYBE THEN WE CAN KICK IT!)
Got bitches for my whole clique (THEN WE CAN KICK IT!)
If Cam got the L, I be the 2nd one to hit it!
[Verse 1: $MARCx]
The whole crowd get ghost when you rap, they giving mad boos!
Until you fade like cheap ink from a kitchen tattoo
You best lay off the cashews, that be the nutsack
I don't want your company, rather get fried watching Rugrats
Mellowed Out! Yellow clouds of Lemon Kush fill the room
Take you on a trip, you couldn't match this thrill with shrooms
I know I'm hogging it, I'll pass the mic shortly
Niggas say, "Marc when you make it, nigga tell my life story!"
Cool, I can do that! I grew up where you grew at
True dat! My whole crew rap, now tell me where my Ju's at!
Cruise past the green light, breaking down this green light
I need a blunt break, Pollo, tell em what it be's like!
[Verse 2: Capollo]
It's the master, attacking, cashing flows
Ju-City where the lil niggas packing 4's
No pity for you niggas that can't compose
Just give me one second, need to finish a roll
Another one for the road, it's a long way from home
Shawty hit it one time, in a minute she was gone
That's like when the real shit hit ya
When you can't pay them bills and the white man get ya . .
Damn! Living check to check!
Dying from the inside, feel like nothing left
So I stack green, you know I got the sticky
Dude got laced, but I promise they won't get me!
[Bridge: $MARCx]
Or we can flip it on the down-South tip, windows down
Bumping OutKast, riding 'round with my hometown clique
Niggas out here flexing like they really making grip
But for now I'm just wildin' on sumREDMANshit!
[Hook]
So if you down to roll this spliff (MAYBE THEN WE CAN KICK IT!)
You brought your own piff (MAYBE THEN WE CAN KICK IT!)
Got bitches for my whole clique (THEN WE CAN KICK IT!)
[DonBee]: If Sam got the L, I be the 2nd one to hit it!
[Verse 3: DonBee]
White ghost, white Pope, white dope: White Widow
When it comes to green and drinking...well I'm kinda in the middle
See, I like to get faded, shot-glass is my utensil
Then I head back to the studio, grab my pen and pencil
As I scribble, telling riddles, they should tell you parts of me
About stories, and my glory, and how it's more like art to me
But this is how it's supposed to be, it's in my heart: I'm supposed to bleed
Like Napoleon, I drop bombs, Don Bonaparte, LOOK!
Smoking like a stoner on some high-class shit
Fall in love with the aroma from a real far distance
Fuck a soda! I want Coronas! Kush is my marijuana
You fucking with Barcelona: THEN WE CAN KICK IT
[Verse 4: Sam P]
I step like: Ayyo! I'mma rep the whole city
Gotta check to come & see me cuz the Feds they wanna be me
I cop the bad breezys, conflicted with bad meetings
Peep niggas she seen like me, 1st night and don't wanna leave me
I KNOW! These people fiendin', relief in this young heathen
My words explain ... with no wings, but supply green
I stand the front-line, so my grind kill like AK's
My man words kill like steel, so don't get sprayed!
I say it everyday, if my niggas keep it straight
Then I'mma put on for the city of the Jackson, on the way
Hoping them bitches gone relate, them bitches want the cake
But I'mma put this bitch in 'drive' because I need my own space
I'm riding solo, don't ride with niggas no more cuz my flow cold
And these niggas flexing like they ain't no po-po's, but I know so!
So I go slow, smashing in my C4 while I'm passing by . . .
(laughs) I'm on some moe shit .
[Bridge]
[Hook]
