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street vendetta - big marc henley lyrics

[intro]
“gimme cash, gimme stash, gimme cash, gimme stash
b*tch, back up, stop reachin’ fast!”
“but big marc, big marc, let me get a hit!”
“h*ll nah, ho, get off my d*ck!”

[verse 1]
let me talk my sh*t, you know i ain’t playin’
got a glock on my lap, don’t need no delayin’
rollin’ deep with the homies, gotta watch for the snakes
if a n*gga act tough, put his ass in the lake
yeah, mask on, ski tight, time to get to dumpin’
hollow tips burn, got his whole gang runnin’
ain’t no love when you ridin’ through my city
either k!ll or be k!lled, sh*t ain’t pretty
bullets rain, body drop, leave ‘em shook
b*tch n*ggas fold when they see the chrome look
you strapped? b*tch, so what? i got my tec on me
infrared beam, put respect on me

[chorus]
i’m the type of n*gga
that’ll pull up and bust
i’m the type of n*gga
that don’t ever discuss
i don’t give a f*ck, f*ck
load the clip and let it dump
if i see a opp lackin’, then his ass outta luck
[verse 2]
f*ck the government, they ain’t did sh*t for me
i’m takin’ every dollar that the system owe me
n*ggas talk loud but ain’t never held a pole
b*tch, i been bangin’ since twelve years old
i see the red and blue, now it’s time to hit the gas
if they catch me, best believe it’s my last
i ain’t goin’ out soft, b*tch, i’m lettin’ it spark
turn the whole d*mn block to jurassic park
dead presidents talk, so i’m runnin’ them plays
if a sucker talk tough, he ain’t seein’ next day
pistol grip pump lay him flat on his spine
say my name, you better throw respect on mine

[verse 3]
n*gga, you ain’t sh*t, better stay in your lane
hunnid rounds in the chop, make ‘em dance in the rain
ski*mask tied tight, ain’t no face, ain’t no trace
another unsolved case when i empty the k
i’m a motherf*ckin’ menace, i don’t take no orders
f*ck the d.a., judge, and them court reporters
they wanna lock a n*gga down, wanna see me fail
but i still flip bricks, send ‘em straight through the mail
i was raised by the streets, so my heart got cold
if i pull up on your block, better do what you’re told
body bag season, ain’t no love for a snitch
talk tough, get slumped, that’s the end of that b*tch
[outro]
i don’t give a f*ck
i don’t give a f*ck
i don’t give a f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
i don’t give a f*ck
i don’t give a f*ck
lay a opp down, light his ass up quick

- big marc henley lyrics

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