Two Zips

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Roc Marciano - Rap

Two Zips

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[Intro: Anthony Quinn as Neil Dellacroce in "Gotti"] Big Paul went down to Don Carlo for permission to have you whacked It came this close I told Don Carlo you were like a son to me That touched the old man He told Paul to give you a pass But if Don Carlo had said you gotta go, I would've come here today with these two zips and you would go [Verse] How you perform under pressure, that's a man's measure Blam the Desert, you compare to me never My pleasure, .44 you up for a small treasure Line you up like a Wahl edger Poor fella, in stormy wеather, walk with the umbrella I see your еrrors more now than ever My wolves'll snack on ya, while I relax in the sauna Your rap's worth a glass of tap water So back up off a black enforcer, that's an order Five hundred stacks, that's an offer Bassmaster, catch an orca, that'll cost ya While I crack crab on a glass saucer Applesauce Porsche trucks Pull up like Chauncey Billups Niggas is hit up, fuck penthouse, pin-ups Pimp cups been filled up Penny fields concealed, steel tucked Slide dick in Brazilian cut buds, bust nuts Trilliant cut touch, unfamiliar muggs is mugged When stray slugs flood, play the tub Them boys sell snow, the dough like an oil well flow That's on the low like COINTELPRO Shells blow, you red as Elmo, the tale's well known I still feel compelled just to tell folks 'bout how we went from the ghetto to Melrose, get elbows Enjoy Ls on sail boats FILA flip-flops, felines ponder the dick size Squander chips, live big time Prada kicks, Swiss wristwatch, your Bentley tick-tock Amongst men that rhyme we are demigods Rims is 20" large, push big dog cars Call 'em St. Bernards Benton, huh [Outro: Robert Prosky as Leo in "Thief"] Look. I said fuckin' look at him! Look at what happened to ya friend 'cause you gotta go against the way the things go down You treat what I try to do for you like shit? You don't wanna work for me, what's wrong with you? And then, you carry a piece, in my house! You one of those burned-out demolished wackos in the joint? You're scary, because you don't give a fuck But don't come onto me now with your jailhouse bullshit 'cause you are not that guy, don't you get it, you prick?

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  • Roc Marciano