Marked 4 Death
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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