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zip guns - roc marciano & the alchemist lyrics

[intro: roc marciano]
we gon’ wait right here for these b*tch ass n*ggas (uh*huh, yeah)
i don’t give a f*ck if it takes all night (uh)
bring the drums in, al
uh, let’s go (yeah)

[verse 1: roc marciano]
after this chain of events, where your chain went? (where it went?)
gotta watch the ladies you layin’ with (layin’ with, what)
you never been had flavor, kid, but i ain’t a l!ck
taste this sh*t, it ain’t no cake mix (this ain’t no cake mix)
they say this biz is a snake pit, keep what you can’t escape with
you can’t be afraid to get bit (sssss)
i stayed in the mix, it ain’t in my nature to shapeshift
the trainers is alligator skin (alligator skin)
huh (alright, alright, check this out)
i’m in the maybach (yep) thеy tryin to stab me in my back (ugh)
you already know wherе my mind at (where it at?)
drive*bys in the pontiac, body sn*tched
for the same price it costs wifey to get her body sn*tched (woo)
pistol whip you for sh*ts and giggles, knock the jib loose
leave you without a tooth to nibble (uh)
no food, only soup on the menu
for the evil that men do, how does that go?
my dude on the roof, he ain’t bring a fiddle (uh*uh)
the feds might’ve bugged the rental, we speak in riddles
left your vehicle riddled (blat, blat)
your femur break easy as peanut brittle (woo)
we got away clean as a whistle (clean as a whistle)
i walked off and whistled
blow a kiss at your miss at the vigil, i’m a cruel individual (uh)
[verse 2: knowledge the pirate]
all my n*ggas sliders, leanin’ like they got that drank inside us
on that demon time like them peaky blinders
we the gospel, word to bebe and cece winans
i’m ogs drippin’ in designer
movin’ bricks of that china, from nyc down to carolina
this the major leagues, not the minors
army fatigues with the nine inside the army lining
stop that serpent from shining
we took his head, it was all perfect timing
the sun and moon, the stars was in alignment
we cleaned ’em up and that’s power refinement, yo
he ran off with the work that he got on consignment
(word son)

he ran off with the work that he got on consignment
we set the temperature and the climate
called up my shooter, gave him the assignment
“yo, soon as you see that n*gga, wet him like a water hydrant”
yo, i got young shooters like kobe bryant
for n*ggas acting defiant, it’s all math and science, yo
don’t get chalked, n*gga, tryin’ to line us
now you’re f*ckin’ ’round with new york’s finest
lives get lost behind these blood diamonds
we mob bosses so pay homage
in broad day, we gon’ spray llamas
i’m in that cave with that k like osama
cheffin up that yay every day, tryna stack dollars
pirates

- roc marciano the alchemist lyrics

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