Still t.D.B. (New Marn 3:16 track)*

Still Marnstein and T-D-B (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, right?

Oh for sure, check me out
It's still Marn Day, the hard way
Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot
'cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Barbz can't mend
How? The last album was "Planet Anthem"
They want to know if he still got it
They say the scene's hot, they want to know how I feel about it

The scene is goin' down!

Marnstein is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, shuttin' down H.o.B.
Still not loving police
Still rock my fitteds flat breezy no crease
Still got love for the streets, repping T.D.B.
Still Ginger beats bang, still doing my thang
Since Barbz broke, ain't too much changed, still

[CHORUS]
I'm representing for them gangsters all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the kiidz, it's the T-D-B

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and T-Ham dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, dropped an Anthem
It's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to Magz heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat this like Sour Deez, I smoke till I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troof
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, after Barbz static
In the home of cheesesteaks, it's automatic
Broken arms, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, T-D-B

[CHORUS]

It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
I'll melt your face, damn near put your brain in your lap
Try to be the king but Marnstein is back

So if you ain't up on thangs

Marnstein be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to take all your fucking money
Spend time on the stage, taught the noobs how to rage
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Untzin' every day, driving fancy cars
Still gonna' get mine regardless

Like that, right back up in ya
'06 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, T-D-B right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your brahs
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a noob

*not an actual Marn 3:16 track

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