| I’m back with the flow you been missing
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| Oh you should listen to the special edition
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| I’m on my Long Island shit, I got my fishermen tippin'
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| Cruising in the Expedition, me and Dro and some bitches
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| We smoke the fat L
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| A tall Heineken was cold hoes bicker
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| Shut up bitch, do what you’re told
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| I’m not a role model but I rap from the soul
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| Plus the mack that I hold, shit be dipped in all gold
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| I’m boy, I could front but I’m not
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| So don’t get too close because you might get shot
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| I challenge any rapper to a duel
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| Put on the beat and watch me take ‘em to school
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| Never been a fool, lyrically I’m placed on a pedestal
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| Hey son you better move or run your jewels
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| I came here to rock, me and my DJ on the 1s and 2s
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| My crew ain’t got nothing to lose
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| So come here girl, and don’t fuss or act boujie
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| I’m real choosy who I let come do me
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| I take a Lex to the movies with a real JET Beauty
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| Don’t wanna chicken-head smoking a 50 cent loosey
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| I got class so go take a bath
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| As for your math don’t make me laugh
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| With no ass talking all that jazz
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| Just shut your motherfucking mouth and walk past
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| I lay it down
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| Niggas like you don’t get no respect
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| You said I’m not the best, you wanna make a bet
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| I write a rhyme so fresh like organic fruit
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| And bounce in the orange juice coupe—here's the scoop
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| I’m not asking, me I’m taxin'
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| Shines like neon, but we are action
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| Dude you a peon, I pee on fashion
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| Bitches come break me off for faction
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| You got a problem with it them come get it
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| We better than you, be a man and admit it
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| It’s either one of the two, you’re a fan or a critic
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| But most motherfuckers just scam this business
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| I just handle my business with the mack like a boss
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| I don’t frolic, I put the gas to your thoughts
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| Walk fast, we don’t have no remorse
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| I just kill your ass and flash in the Porsche
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| And it’s a fact, Jack, no man could stop me
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| And walk a mile in my beef and broccolis
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| The 90 G Maserati look like Hi-C
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| Polo on the beat, I’m on the M-I-C
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| I see, motherfuckers!
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| It goes one for the money and two for the show
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| This is just one thing I do for the dough
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| I like to move with a ho, duke I be on the low
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| We can go toe-to-toe but you know the M. O
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| I’m all heart, you don’t want me to let the dogs bark
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| I knock your corny-ass shit out the ballpark
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| Without saying, listen B I’m not playin'
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| You be dead layin' and I be upstream
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| With the tight swing and a careless manner
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| What up the party then put up the hammer
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| I rep my click like a Blood with a red bandanna
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| From the Stat to Atlanta, bust your head like scanners
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| I just rip, ask around I’m the shit
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| I come in quick with the fifth on the hip
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| Rubber grip so the joint don’t slip
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| I stay dipped and keep a hooker on the strip
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| Criminal thoughts, they infect my brain
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| It’s insane, entertain, Rakim’s the name
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| It ain’t a game, you ain’t gang beater said I claim
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| Bang bang, just let me do my fucking thang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lay It Down , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album Port Authority, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп