Artist: Roc Marciano f/ Q-Tip Album: Behold a Dark Horse Song: Congo Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com (“I don't need no motherfuckin introduction!”) [Roc Marciano] Cherry drop top Lotus I bury these cockroaches Leave ya rassclot top open I had to lift the Glock with potholders and put away your piehole lids I've been told I'm where the pot of gold is No shit, it's not where the rainbow ends Swizz Beats Bally's with the feather Any bitch that meets me, that's a happy heifer The heat be in the Ac' Integra The jacket's leather, the mack have you tweakin like Max Headroom I ain't done finessing, this a test run Hit you in the neck and then left the gun in the restaurant Yves Saint Lauren tee, extra large The vest Kevlar, that's a hell of a bar KY Jelly in the jar with your broad I had to beg Allah for a fresh start Uh, these niggaz is a dud, boy The Air Max 97's, the corduroys Word to mother, you null and void The pump made dumb noise It had a brother runnin from the boys, hot summers I give you this work like you unemployed I just copped another toy Spoiled like your new little bundle of joy You bums couldn't touch a coin Uh… (Clone get n'an none!) [Q-Tip] Shit ain't got no cut, boy Trust this is drugs, this is just boy You niggaz is a dud, boy! Trust this is drugs, this is just boy You niggaz is a dud, boy! (I was just sayin that tho, the other day, you know? They found that nigga somewhere behind the school, man) [Roc Marciano] I pray the plan go right Vanna White on the Rambo knife Bust the hammer, gave the handle a wipe First like to help with animal rights Gotta be careful - how dare you go gamblin with your life like Like it's a handful of dice You better off tryin to dance on some ice... in some Nikes I'm winnin by a landslide, dyke~! Thirty on the waist be the pant size Cock the nine back like a handjob The brick Ketama, it came from Panama Eighteen the timepiece, this is Panerai Bitch, you just par for the course Fuck what the car cost Put your money on the dark horse I can get the order to you hard or soft Your lady still gon' suck it if it's hard or soft That's a fact, jack, it's under the Snapple cap I had to be a pharaoh in the past Snatch the all black Calico out the stash When in battle, all you seen was the barrel and the flash Uh, these niggaz is a dud, boy The Air Max 97's, the corduroys Word to mother, you null and void The pump made dumb noise It had a brother runnin from the boys, hot summers I give you this work like you unemployed I just copped another toy I'm spoiled like your new little bundle of joy You bums couldn't touch a coin!