Marriage of Figaro Lyrics

Uh, another album, another classic

Changed lanes but still transporting dope shit to the masses

Ain't nobody rappin' like this, compare me to who

Infant minds with nursery rhymes, they terrible too

They say, gimme got shot, shit, gimme the proof

This a stick up, if you ain't ready to die, gimme the loot

Clappin' off the roof like nutso in above the rim

The way I piece shit together, puzzlin

British bulldog with a silencer muzzle him

My opps died in a bubble, tell me that ain't troublin

You know in trouble, they gotta die in the bubble

Nigga played Fred Flintstone, got turned into rubble

Bam, bam, the triggers blow

Heat to the side of his head like Bam Bigelow

I orchestrate hits like the Marriage of Figaro

Mixin' Mos Def with Mozart, for the most part

A bit of jigga , nasty nas, and tone starks

If I front a fiend great white, am I a loan shark.

Oh yeah, we makin' it out the hood with this one

Love has gone

Love has gone

Love has gone