Chris An Marlo

[Intro: Excerpt from "The Sopranos"]

Tony Soprano: Did you know that? And for what? 'Cause he didn't duke you enough? 'Cause he didn't visit you in the can? When was the last time you visited anybody in the can Richie? When was the last time you gave a fuck about anybody but Richie Aprile?

Well, you remember one thing, this you'd better hear! You want a talk of this old school bullshit about the rules? Well, here's a rule you might remember. I'm the motherfuckin' fuckin' one who calls the shots!

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]

Say that word is law then don't be playin' with it (Playin' with it)

If I spеnt that money on it then I'm stayin' with it (Stayin' with it)

Them boys got good dеals, don't be playin' with 'em (Playin' with 'em)

If we say them deals around then we ain't shakin' wit em (Phew phew)

Niggas broke and angry, shit who fault is that? (Who fault is that?)

Your momma disappointed wit you, who fault is that? (Is that?)

Head first with that dog, they ain't fallin' back

You knowin' damn well that ain't za, why you call it that? (Call it that?)

Jump out that Audi, pop that trunk, I can show you sum' (Show you sum')

Loan shark around my way, I might throw you sum' (Throw you sum')

Last time that price drop, I spent 'bout 40 sum (bout 40 sum)

Me and my brother in Neiman Marcus, spent 'bout thirty sum' ('Bout 30 sum')

Last opp tried to walk down, he seen that 30 pointin' (That 30!)

Don't mind that smell that's in the trap, that's unc', the foil burnin' (Foil burnin')

Bring that cold water here, bitch the oil coming (Bring it here)

We ain't gotta sit at the window, bitch we know they coming (Know they coming)

Shit it's a long line

Flip that cookie so that bitch dry on both side (Huh, on both side)

Twenty Ps of some lows'll get your head hit (Huh, mhm)

Five Ps of some highs'll get your daughter killed (Mhm)

A quarter brick of heroin'll get your door kicked (Mhm)

Playing with my brother name'll get your throat slit (Mhm, huh, get your throat slit, get your motherfuckin throat slit)

Don't be playin' with it

You ain't gotta see the Glock, you know we came with it (Came with it)

[Verse 2: Rx Papi]

Me and Neph like Chris and Marlo

Pistol in some dirty cargos (What?)

Gun you down, jump out the car slow

Board you up in abandoned houses (Hrr Hrr)

Play wit my name, you get whacked

Quarter pound go on your head (Pussy)

Face shot gang, don't aim for legs

I flew it here, no UPS

Turnt myself to a boss (What?)

Told my brother, we don't gotta rob (Hell na)

Niggas fucked up in my hood, they prayin' to god I give 'em a job (On god)

They wan' sit at the round table

Got a coke and got a pound table (What?)

A Perc' pill and heroin table

I'm ballin', got LeBron paper (On God)

I'm swervin' in and outta lanes

Ill kill you dead, play with my name (Dawg Shit Records)

My brother just like Chris and Snoop

Up that Glock, I know what you finna do (Nigga, my name is my name)

Racks go back and forth like tennis do

They kill you over tennis shoes (On god)

I'm careful in the interview, I know the feds gon' try and use it (nigga what?)

On my block I move a unit

Watch out, you don't know what you doing (Don't fuck wit me lil nigga)

Don't turn a robbery to a shooting

Neph like to get up close and personal (Hrr Hrr)

Shoot him his blood gon' squirt on me

He tried to run, boy the nerve of him (Pussy)

Get a gravestone, dig the dirt for him

Make sure he dead boy, stand over him (What?)

This the mind of a maniac

I still remember that Pontiac (On god)

The opps scared of that Pontiac

Jump out so fast they can't react (On god)

Chase you down with no remorse

The dope hole always got open doors (What)

Say what you want but bitch I'm raw

You rub me wrong I knock you off (Hrrr)

I took half of a half, turned it back to a slab (nigga what?)

I'll fuck around catch the RICO, I keep puttin' the stamp on a bag

It been 3 OD's

I cannot be lowkey

My cuban weigh a whole key (Dawg Shit Records)

I'm smokin' Gumbo by the P

That Draco hit like bada bing (Dawg Shit Records)

Shot him, he dance like Sada Baby (What?)

My momma say she love me to death, but she know I'm kinda crazy (On god)

I'm Roscoe son in the flesh nigga, it ain't shit that they gon' tell me (Nigga what?)

I put this Glock in your face nigga, like a bitch takin' a selfie (On god)

I used to ride with Neph daily

Two 4s Champ Bailey

We was traffickin' in and out

Slab 'em, Cookin' 'em, pushin 'em out (On god)

On god