Lyrics Speak Softly - Marco Polo, Jo Jo Pellegrino

Speak Softly

Yo, when shorty decided to call my cell ‘cause she was bored sittin' home
Talking all loud and shit, got wifey pissed like, «Who's on the phone?»
I told her, «Wrong number,» then hung up—when I got the chance to roam
I called her back and says, «Next time you ring my Jack (speak softly)»
When your stomach on the ground and you’re starvin' and your only option is
robbing
‘Cause you’re too lazy to get a job and so now you’re masterminding a plot
And you run up in a gas station with a pistol cocked and you want the gas with
no problem
Tell him the money or your life and (speak softly)
When the boys are thirsty the block is hot and you the spark of that fire
But you getting paper regardless most of these rats are rockin' the wire
Just when you meet turn on the TV and put the volume up higher
They in the van with the headphones listening so (speak soflty)
Cats just living mob life, stabbing kids in their ribs in bar fights
Colder than Klondikes, hundred large heist, do the job nice
Shot dice on dark nights, money spinning like cops' lights
Feds raided their spot twice, now it’s bugged so they (speak softly)
It’s funny how these dudes be fronting, running their mouths and talking about
the kid
Ain’t got no future, no type of talent, and so they downed the kid
Doubt the kid, but guess what, when they get around the kid
They know I got that bitch so they watch their lips and (speak softly)
Watch what you say, how you say it, and who you talk to
You never know, something you said come back to haunt you
Before you eat your words observe mine, I warned you
Best thing to do, bite your tongue, shhhhh!
When mami was fiending for some answers, she snuck me up in the crib
With her mother sleeping, the steps creaking as I stumbled and slid
To the bathroom, she threw a towel on her lamp and tucked in the kid
And said, «Shhh!
He out cold, get on the floor and (speak softly)»
When I’m up in the on and London visits
The gods see us near the desk and be all up in a brother’s business
They wanna cross their arms and crack sarcastic smiles ‘cause they critics
But we just play it off, lean over the table and (speak softly)
Stapleton villains, faithfully illin', pacin' and grillin'
Cater the building, cakin' and chillin', eighth in the ceiling
Raised in the system, the bubbles on the wall are and Envision
But dust heads with the burners are able and willing so (speak softly)
Ralphy loose and he knew it, cruising the U-trick, two and a toothpick
Boomin' his music, two with a full clip, usually move slick
In '86 beat some dude to death with a stool and a pool stick
Did ten years, came home, now the avenue (speak softly)
Yo these rappers bugging, nothing but actors fronting
Stunting like their raps is busting, security staff be like a half a dozen
Claiming they run the game but they’re watered down without the flames
You ain’t nice, you got fifteen minutes of fame so (speak softly)
Oh, word, word, word, aight
I can get with that man, you know what I’m saying
Jo Jo and Marco, you know what I’m saying
Italian connection, you know what I mean
I put a little Parmesan cheese on my collard greens
It’s all good
Yo, but, yo Marco, let me tell you man
Yo, this your man J-Zone, Chief Chinchilla
AKA Mr. Don’t Holla
Kenny Hoggins, Captain Backslap the Overlords
Same Killa, oh man, I got a problem man
Is it me or is my timing always fucked up
Yo, like, why everytime you get a girlfriend
All these bad, fine-ass chicks wanna try to talk to you now?
You know what I’m saying?
Like, when I was single, I couldn’t even get the Myspace URL
Bitch wouldn’t even add me as a friend
Now the ho wanna call me
And she bad too, and shit, shit is crazy man
You know what I’m saying?
Now that I’m settled in my situation
They want to be available
Or can they just smell when you’re not available
You know what I’m saying?
And they just want to rub it in
Yo, I’m just fucking up with timing
Yo, Edo, Marco, break it down for me about that time