Lyrics:
down for life
Speed dash with the Z slash
Through an army of 5
Always on time
To save a life...
X Marks the Spot got the target locked
Hold the cannon
filthy wit' these niggas
Take they figures and dash
Lets get serious with these niggas
Grab the K's and bust, it's ten for one trust
Retaliation a must
speaking of contest, no, none of that
We get gats beats technique rat tat tat tat
Splat, and ya flat, pure satisfac
X marks the spot of the brutal
of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith chips, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
Seattle's finest army
He close to me like lip balmy
He a hype man he stumbled upon me
Big dreads big passion he Bob Marley
First he my camera man when he
see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
N****s never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks
to smoke a pound a week but now we're gettin higher lately
Rhyme-sayers need prayers 'cause sniper's gettin hot
When you make the sign of the cross, X marks
still
Then all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said boys that's the mark for me
But by then the taillights was
then the rain comes, then the pain comes
X marks the spot, graffitti marks the slums
The chosen ones communicate with mathematics
The new tactics set me
Marley spliff back'll make ya (Get up)
Big 6 on 20 inch make ya (Get up)
(Come on)
[Verse 1]
Jam session in the park
Smith-N-Wessun start
Charge
[Intro]
[Verses]
They say X marks the spot, in this case I'm guessing X really marks the beat
I'm talking Malcolm X dawg I'm talking revolutions,
the red dead
Slow-mo, I mark my targets
Stark the difference
I park the car and
Wait for dark, with my infrared
Goggles to google trail spots
For the brutal
the blood, that mean the creep start workin
Niggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks the street,
on your nerve endings/
Blurred by my visions in foresight had me overthinkin’/
But you know when, I make my mark that’s my blueprint.
Hook Repeat 2x
on, jeans, state to state
And she got the nerve to fuck me all mean
While I rock all green, by all means
We in the mall fiendin', one more hump then
they was standing still.
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then
If you doubting watch me rise through this legacy
Cos every move I f***** make, I'm with destiny
Look I started 10 years young & one knew that I knew
Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint
Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point
Doin' what I do cause it gotta be done
About the Prince of Boogie
If we placing bets I’m going all in
When the phone ring it’s money calling
I could lose it all tonight to be honest
Hit a lick and get it back by
(Chorus) 2X
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (Compton niggas)
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (Park's niggas)
Nigga who the fuck got
Yeah.. Mark, Mark, Mark the Shark
Here we go.. pay attention boys and girls
Dig it
Now let's set the scene, the year is eighty-two
I gotta make
that changed my point of view
I learned to break through self-made barriers and make dreams come true
Guided by the pain - it showed me weak spots
the thang back then
And even when ya left out, ya came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts
We rolled the fox, we load the spots
Smoke
Break out the Thompsons, the AK's and the Mack 10's
I called up Antoine and Old Skool
Meet me at the spot you know this fools ain't cool
Hopped in
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