Artist: Mr. Marcelo Album: Streetz Got Luv 4 Me Song: Whatever Typed by: Lil Hustle All of my real niggaz... [Hook - 2x] Will my niggaz be hungry, never Rob steal kill, jack whatever Anything it takes, to make life better Hustle and kidnap, murder for mo' cheddar [Mr. Marcelo] From the home of the Magnolia, to the Calliope bricks We smoke blunts shoot stick, rob niggaz for kicks Slanging cocaine and eat sleep, guns gon' rang You got dope you never go broke, keep slanging it mayn Over the edge with a pledge, to be real niggaz for life From ghetto to rich niggaz, who be living it trife My gun and my knife, is ready to go off like Freddy Now I'm really getting silly, with hot shots to your belly When it comes to being broke, my niggaz won't have it Whether it's rapping or jacking, my niggaz won't have it Raw been established, Tuff Guys out for the cabbage Are we for money, buck niggaz down like dummies It's that Marcelo cat from the Mag, he coming Make way Big J, bout bluesing niggaz Refuse, and I'm jailhouse bluesing niggaz A treachery nigga, ask bout legacy nigga I got beef we coming, you better be nigga From sun up to sundown, we release hot rounds Many niggaz get shot down, if they slip in my town For cash, my young ass will act a donkey Niggaz I run with, they refuse to be hungry Down for whatever, whatever [Hook - 2x] [Mr. Marcelo] Murder is pleasure, all my bidness in ledgers Stashed in a safe, if caught I catch a hell of a case Back to the place, where all bootleggers reside Many decisions made, on how you niggaz gon' die It's justified, whack whoever testify With blood dripping, for any nigga caught slipping Ass whipping, from the soldiers I brought with me Gun slangers, desperadoes and cowboys Magnolia hustlers, strugglers and wild boys Streets controlled, fuck folding all my niggaz When the clock strikes twelve, you hear all our triggas We all lil' figgas my niggaz, it's two hundred deep We leave y'all street, two hundred deep I roll with soldiers, niggaz trained for combat It be's like that, cause we G's like that Drop a key let me flip it, get that change right back My niggaz is greedy, rob the rich give to the needy Court subpoena, down like a hot latina Open the do' and telling folks, that I never seen it Screaming for left, your time left just expired Did you say I'm out that Nolia, on a murder for hire Uh uh uh uh [Hook - 2x] [Mr. Marcelo] It's that Nolia nigga, known for thugging on your block Legacy is treachery, committing constant shots Soldier reeboks, the last thang you saw in your hood Six code niggaz is after you, so you know it ain't good Probably withstood some other beef, but this ain't it Thugged out all day, niggaz respect this shit If not people show signs, on the top of they head If some'ing gon' be shining, then it's infrared No tears get shed, off with the young cat's head He doomed and done, yelling thy kingdom come Let it be known, Tuff Guys packing that chrome Young thug bout his bidness, but he never alone down for whatever (*talking*) Check it, the real shit you know what I'm saying No nigga wanna be home, uh [Hook - 3x]