Consigliere

[Intro: Roc Marciano] [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] This shit ain't rocket science I rock the Greg Laurens like a rock climber The stars lined up You got lined up I heard it through the grapevine That the barber getting lined up Niggas not even cut from what I'm from Fuck it Be up front The Mase white Seat's peanut punch We the clean-up bunch Pull your jeans up for once The game don't come with a gun like it's Duck Hunt You got fucked in the butt That's on the low like a buzz cut Jealous of you for what Why would I give two fucks (give a fuck nigga) You ain't got shit I want I'm the one I'm narcotics I come bottled up I'm a hard act to follow blood You can't catch no hommos with that hollow gun I dare you monkeys to try one more stunt (I dare you niggas) You might need a raincheck The chain is a pain in the neck The tre 80 is Mr Potato Head You bled three different shades of red That's what the painter said Read the disclaimer before you skate ahead Rub your name out with the eraser head No trace of the dead, just a JPEG That they can place on the web Yeah [Interlude: Roc Marciano] Damn nigga (Uh) Fuck you mean, boy? It'll be a cold case out here if you fuck with me nigga (Nigga) You should've [?] your ass boy (Them niggas know) [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Pack flippers feel us When they see us they tip their hats to us (Salute) I went to get the Pat Ewings, the new ones Aiyo Tip, that was back before I had a computer With mad bitches on the track I went to get the black Cadillac a tune up (Yeah) Your bitch come back smelling like tuna Lit the room up Stop listening to the rumors Me and that bitch never booed up (Never) To tell the truth you not cute enough, whore But you can sure suck a bowling bowl through a hookah straw Dual exhaust on the two door raw Son, bring a fork to share food for thought Before you enjoy the meal first let it cool off We playing a long game? You knock off for your main ball and chain? That's all then I'ma call it a day (I'm out) You know the forte Ralph Lauren draws on but fuck the horseplay Got sauce for days You got poor taste That's water base Shit I ain't even playing I sit down and eat at P.F. Chang's then leave without payin'