Chris An Marlo lyrics

[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 f*ck about anybody but Richie Aprile?
Well, you remember one thing, this you'd better hear! You want a talk of this old school bullsh*t about the rules? Well, here's a rule you might remember. I'm the motherf*ckin' f*ckin' 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)
n*ggas broke and angry, sh*t 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, b*tch the oil coming (Bring it here)
We ain't gotta sit at the window, b*tch we know they coming (Know they coming)
sh*t it's a long line
Flip that cookie so that b*tch 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 motherf*ckin 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 (pus*y)
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)
n*ggas f*cked 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 sh*t Records)
My brother just like Chris and Snoop
Up that Glock, I know what you finna do (n*gga, 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 (n*gga what?)
On my block I move a unit
Watch out, you don't know what you doing (Don't f*ck wit me lil n*gga)
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 (pus*y)
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 b*tch I'm raw
You rub me wrong I knock you off (Hrrr)
I took half of a half, turned it back to a slab (n*gga what?)
I'll f*ck 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 sh*t Records)
I'm smokin' Gumbo by the P
That Draco hit like bada bing (Dawg sh*t 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 n*gga, it ain't sh*t that they gon' tell me (n*gga what?)
I put this Glock in your face n*gga, like a b*tch 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