Marqus Clae - JIGGA lyrics
[Marqus Clae - JIGGA lyrics]
Oh, oh oh, oh
Take a look and cut the fuckin' light on
I bite like python son of Poseidon, Trident
Strike like lightnin' and give
Light like sun and sometimes I don't write
Like Shawn Carter
Plus, I'm way smarter than an
Eighth grade scholar with straight
A's on his way to a grade A college
Why don't you acknowledge my
Haulin' of knowledge?
I asked them niggas who was better
All I heard was silence
Verbal AK's were sprayed
All you heard was sirens
While I'm cheffin' in the backseat
Happy that my attack rеached
Laughin' like, "Come gеt at me"
I'm sharper than cracked teeth
They fuck with me back East
My mama a black queen
My step daddy was a PCP dust smoker (Damn)
I used to see him slumped over
Boy was fucked over (Damn)
You think that I'ma be victim?
Got me fucked over (Facts)
How many steps I am to success? One closer
I mean come on, man
This shit ain't blatant enough for
You niggas or what? Yeah
All about the fuckin' money
Stuff it in glad bags i'm the shit
Excuse me if I rudely had passed gas
Southside, Houston, Texas
Niggas in black masks
They tryna send a bomb through
Your hood like Baghdad
Damn, it's facts though
Greet me as the rap Fidel Castro
With cash flow out the asshole
I feel like parliament, uh
Don't need no doobies in my funk
I need the rawest shit, uh
Fresh out the dark
I was born to spar with the
Hardest pit out the kennel
Dig out your dental
Leave your shit dissembled for incidentals
Fuck an instrumental, this is deeper than rap
My niggas knee deep in the trap
With street sweepers and MACS
The beat reaper is back for
Revenge like the Candy Man
The avalanche, roll over niggas
The ambulance couldn't fix 'em
I'm hammer dancin' on victims
With bands in hand
Your bitch think I'm a handsome man
I'm smooth as Dapper Dan, uh
Just give me a minute, bitch
And watch me lock the
Game like penitentiary premises
Big Sparta, it's imminent, bitch
Oh, oh oh, oh
Take a look and cut the fuckin' light on
I bite like python son of Poseidon, Trident
Strike like lightnin' and give
Light like sun and sometimes I don't write
Like Shawn Carter
Plus, I'm way smarter than an
Eighth grade scholar with straight
A's on his way to a grade A college
Why don't you acknowledge my
Haulin' of knowledge?
I asked them niggas who was better
All I heard was silence
Verbal AK's were sprayed
All you heard was sirens
While I'm cheffin' in the backseat
Happy that my attack rеached
Laughin' like, "Come gеt at me"
I'm sharper than cracked teeth
They fuck with me back East
My mama a black queen
My step daddy was a PCP dust smoker (Damn)
I used to see him slumped over
Boy was fucked over (Damn)
You think that I'ma be victim?
Got me fucked over (Facts)
How many steps I am to success? One closer
I mean come on, man
This shit ain't blatant enough for
You niggas or what? Yeah
All about the fuckin' money
Stuff it in glad bags i'm the shit
Excuse me if I rudely had passed gas
Southside, Houston, Texas
Niggas in black masks
They tryna send a bomb through
Your hood like Baghdad
Damn, it's facts though
Greet me as the rap Fidel Castro
With cash flow out the asshole
I feel like parliament, uh
Don't need no doobies in my funk
I need the rawest shit, uh
Fresh out the dark
I was born to spar with the
Hardest pit out the kennel
Dig out your dental
Leave your shit dissembled for incidentals
Fuck an instrumental, this is deeper than rap
My niggas knee deep in the trap
With street sweepers and MACS
The beat reaper is back for
Revenge like the Candy Man
The avalanche, roll over niggas
The ambulance couldn't fix 'em
I'm hammer dancin' on victims
With bands in hand
Your bitch think I'm a handsome man
I'm smooth as Dapper Dan, uh
Just give me a minute, bitch
And watch me lock the
Game like penitentiary premises
Big Sparta, it's imminent, bitch
Oh, oh oh, oh