Marked 4 Death

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Tareebi the Terrible

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You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
Don't let me split you in the head
From now on you are now marked For death (You a dead man)
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
I'm a fill you up wit lead, from now on you are now marked for death
(You a dead man)

I put some figures on ya head
I hold the double barrel shotty right up to ya chest
Ima blow off all ya fingers n ya neck
Shoot off all ya toes while I Chase you 'til ya death
The sea floor gon' be ya newly wed
Ima tie you to some bricks and Push you right off of the edge (Hehe)
And to whom were gonna miss
'Cause we started off as friends but now you're acting like a bitch

What a pest I could swing it with the best
I'm the beast from the east don't let me clip you in the head
I bet a mil you won't survive another set
Say my name like candy man consider me the king of death
Yeahhhh go and tell ya buddy Jeff
I can meet him in the ring we can settle differences
This ain't like back in 2010 I'm comin at you now 
Because I over looked it then

Listen I'm a villain ressurected, you will now suffer an excruciating Death wish
I'm not that nigga you should try and mess with 
I'll have you Coughing up ya lungs like you got asbestos
Ah f*ck these mother fuckers I ain't phased!
Im a take a semi-Automatic, squeeze it in their face
You f*ck around and catch another live grenade
I'll leave you like the Duppy he's already in his grave (In the grave lil nigga!)

Always workin at the desk, Im red pilled and based ya'll are blue Pilled at best
Haha, it's gettin' gruesome and grotesque
Better save ya face - I Blow it right off in the end
I don't care if you marry that waitress
What you did to my Relationship was fucking tasteless
Now ya duckin' now ya heart is racing I'm running laps around you 
Cause I won't address this shit again bitch listen

You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
Don't let me split you in the head
From now on you are now marked For death (You a dead man)
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
I'm a fill you up wit lead, from now on you are now marked for death
(You a dead man)

You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death 
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
Don't let me split you in the head
From now on you are now marked For death (You a dead man)
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
I'm a fill you up wit lead, from now on you are now marked for death
(You a dead man)

You know I dont understand why there's so much hate for me
Everybody tryna gang up on me, yall pissed off I took some guy's girl
Yall ain't even know the guy 'til he had problems with me
Yeah I fucked his bitch so what? 
What the f*ck yall gonna do about It? 
(Come at me bro) (F*ck yall niggas) (Bitches)
Ain't nobody watchin' my back (Better try somethin')
It's just me, with my back to the wall - all yall fuckers fitna fall

You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
Don't let me split you in the head
From now on you are now marked For death (you a dead man)
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
I'm a fill you up wit lead, from now on you are now marked for death
(You a dead man)

Mind your own fuckin business
Im still in the hood still deep upin 
Them trenches (Yeahhh) yall wanted my attention 
But when I take a Look yall still on them benches! (Marked for Death)
I'm still busy gettin' hood rich! 
Yall want the fame so bad and still you Didn't get shit...
I came through by surprise, years later 
Still copped some rounds for The guys...

In ya eyes, that waitress is the real prize
But we got unresolved issues You don't realize
I just want to be diplomatic... 
Before I'm forced to run up on you wit The automatic...
Avtomat Kalashnikov, I empty out a whole clip and got the Makarov
You guys are so full of shit that'll back you off
Remember that I know Where you live, and got camouflage, heh

I'm drinking henny wit my enemies
I took the term literally and now You can't get rid of me... hah
Money I got plenty, still left the club wit a bitch rockin' Fendi
Murder is my Modus Operandi
I been to hell and back there's not a Place to you fitna send me... 
Pretty soon Imma be pushin' the Bentley
Ima push the rang rover out ya range of spending
Or the Porsche GT, still ain't no way you mother fuckers fitna see me
Or be me I flip keys like the Grand Prix 
I'm hustlin' until the feds free My nigga KP

Henny shot after shot after shot, mans still got bare bottles to pop
Mans still got bare models to rock, mans still got bare albums to drop
Ain't no way that Im fitna stop, can't nobody say he ain't make it hot
I'm makin it rain til yall tastin the drops 
I'm still Rob-Tha-Bank$ still Evading the cops 
HOLD UP yall are haters, I was ballin' on these Waiters
I gave ya girl a tip before I tell her see ya later
Now tell me how many shots what's his face buy you? 
Never forget, I'll Bulldoze and fry you

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