Smif-n-Wessun

Verse One:

Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/
the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/
2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/
fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/
Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/
I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/
I bet you never thought I bust led/
To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/

You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/
recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/
Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/
from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/
You say you number one wicked selecta/
I say you punani/and I wetcha/
Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/
cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/
Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/
showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/
now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/
led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/
see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/
lick a shot punani/not gun fire/

Now everybody wanna be dongongon/
all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/
in the docks when the gun starts buckin/
but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/

Chorus
DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan
tess the champion sound/
leave it to de people that can you know that can
when people see them a ball fa
LEAVE!

Verse Two:

Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/
the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/
original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/
thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted
by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/
in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/
we bout to get illa/

Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/
cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/
betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/
Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/
to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/
warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/
Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/
my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/
and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/

Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/
You neva know/that when it comes to championship/
is we dat have de management/
and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew
LEAVE!

Verse Three:

Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/
as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/
Target pon sight/trick up and cock/
adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/
Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/
here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/
Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/
more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/
So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/
Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/
In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/
wit my nigga D-O-G....

We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal
this/
we come to let you know/what the deal is/
Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/
may you return where the dust is..

There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/
and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/
and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de
evenin/now everthing changed...

I walk around town with the pound strapped down

that's only because it's mad real in Bucktown.

It gets mad deep in the streets

when you gotta watch ya back for beasts enemies even ya peeps.

I step to my business stand strong on my own two

do what I have have to do to get true.

If you for real then you know the deal

I do or die and I never ran never will.



Verse 1

Daybreak sneaks upon my camp once more,

niggas drowning in blackness stretched on da floor.

Breakfast is served the killa dilla from the sky,

Aw boy go head me but no boy wan die!

Watch the thin line 'nough rap and reality,

get yourself hurt even cause fatal causality.

See, let me explain this ain't no game,

the words you talking have you coming right up out your frame.

You understand where I'm coming from slim,

Bucktown's the state of mind that I'm trapped in.

If you want to see me have some sensei,

keep your actions real everything will be ire.

Wicked minded youth dem'll lick off a shot,

cause the roots silly around my way to get hot.

Had to relocate, update with my inner,

feel and destroy when I step in the center.

A decipher in the night, woo rolled tight,

Boot Camp Click no doubt that's right.

Now you sank in the sadem, asking me to stop them,

from throwing away your sloppy double chinned husband.

Mr. Ripper I got lyrics out the Tims,

hurt dem pride so bad make ya never talk again.

Now you call yourself a man, I cram to understand,

never step into ya business less ya got a clan.



<chorus>



When I come around the block,

I give mad love to the heads that I know,

while the heads that I don't know watch.

As I step to my business they witness me,

consistently building with my family.

Jealously makes them enemies,

so when I'm nice step correctly and my ????

Individuals who chose to use life for granted,

what cha' gon when it's demanded.

When your boys leave ya stranded in the mist,

of a battle where you get that ass shattered at your own risk.

I hope ya niggas get right this time,

cause in this life of mine I'm going out for crime.

And I believe, you got to take what you want to achieve,

some do have tricks up them sleeves(but we).

Crack down on the wack found background Bucktown

get down if your with then now.

Cause what's happening there's a whole lot of flappin',

but watch what'll happen if we bring gun clappers in.

Boot Camp organizing in the streets,

in the industry on the rise with my peeps, but don't sleep.

Cause you only manage to gain a mental block on your brain,

or a glock to your frame.

Basic training Boot Camp don't let shit slide,

so we be ready for what be on the brick side.



<chrous>



Straight like that beat minus for ya crumbs!!

[Steele]
I walk around Town with my pound strapped down to my side
No frontin' just in case I gotta smoke some
Around here heads don't act their age
Ya might be another dead Boy on the front page
Enter the cipher...with ya lighter
El's are ready prepare to run another all-nighter
But keep watch for the Cops 'cause they rock glocks
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots
Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets
'Cause we stalk mad deep when they walk beats
I guess they hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge
Playin' tough, starin' down da Judge with my hands cuffed
Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, awww yeah
Now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown?

BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers! [x8]

[Tek]
Got five MC's that want to come test we
Got ya nooses hangin' over da trees
Bring on your sounds Kid, drown by my massive
Kill your body Boy and take your lover for hostage.
Knock knock, maybe not the four shots empty
On the violator that was sent out to get me
I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's black
But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack
Bucktown, I represent it on the love love
Deeply rooted from my Tims to by dick above
Don't sweat the bulge comin' from my hip
Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click
Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark
Helter Skelter smirks while you're gettin torn apart
Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp

BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers! [x7]
Home of da original...
Home of da original...
BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers!

[Tek]
Another murderer, just another prankster
Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta
Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets
Test da wrong dread, now I'm in eternal sleep
Mr. Ripper I lurk in da sky
Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high
with my brethren, a buddha session
learn ya lesson
or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun

[Steele]
Bucktown's everywhere I swear
It's clear to me
You feel the weed, now I really see
Night falls around the way
Original heads come out to play
Puff herb, break day
It's just a regular, everyday state of being I
Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time
I find reality follows me where I roam
360 degrees back home in...

BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers! [x8]

Verse One:



Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/

the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/

2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/

fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/

Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/

I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/

I bet you never thought I bust led/

To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/



You can't tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/

recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/

Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/

from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/

You say you number one wicked selecta/

I say you punani/and I wetcha/

Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/

cause you don't want to tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/

Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/

showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/

now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/

led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/

see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/

lick a shot punani/not gun fire/



Now everybody want to be dongongon/

all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/

in the docks when the gun starts buckin/

but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/



Chorus

DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan

tess the champion sound/

leave it to de people that can you know that can

when people see them a ball fa

LEAVE!



Verse Two:



Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/

the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/

original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/

that's when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted

by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/

in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/

we bout to get illa/



Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/

cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/

betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/

Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/

to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/

warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/

Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/

my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/

and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/



Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/

You neva know/that when it comes to championship/

is we dat have de management/

and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew

LEAVE!



Verse Three:



Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/

as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/

Target pon sight/trick up and cock/

adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/

Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/

here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/

Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/

more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/

So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/

Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/

In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/

wit my nigga D-O-G....



We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal

this/

we come to let you know/what the deal is/

Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/

may you return where the dust is..



There is many sound that's goin around/and goin on/

and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/

and come to de livestock 'cause you a deadstock from mornin to de

evenin/now everthing changed...

Verse One:

Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/
the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/
2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/
fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/
Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/
I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/
I bet you never thought I bust led/
To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/

You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/
recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/
Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/
from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/
You say you number one wicked selecta/
I say you punani/and I wetcha/
Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/
cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/
Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/
showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/
now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/
led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/
see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/
lick a shot punani/not gun fire/

Now everybody wanna be dongongon/
all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/
in the docks when the gun starts buckin/
but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/

Chorus
DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan
tess the champion sound/
leave it to de people that can you know that can
when people see them a ball fa
LEAVE!

Verse Two:

Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/
the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/
original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/
thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted
by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/
in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/
we bout to get illa/

Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/
cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/
betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/
Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/
to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/
warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/
Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/
my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/
and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/

Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/
You neva know/that when it comes to championship/
is we dat have de management/
and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew
LEAVE!

Verse Three:

Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/
as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/
Target pon sight/trick up and cock/
adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/
Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/
here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/
Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/
more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/
So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/
Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/
In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/
wit my nigga D-O-G....

We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal
this/
we come to let you know/what the deal is/
Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/
may you return where the dust is..

There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/
and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/
and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de
evenin/now everthing changed...

Verse One:

Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/
the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/
2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/
fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/
Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/
I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/
I bet you never thought I bust led/
To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/

You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/
recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/
Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/
from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/
You say you number one wicked selecta/
I say you punani/and I wetcha/
Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/
cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/
Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/
showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/
now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/
led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/
see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/
lick a shot punani/not gun fire/

Now everybody wanna be dongongon/
all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/
in the docks when the gun starts buckin/
but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/

Chorus
DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan
tess the champion sound/
leave it to de people that can you know that can
when people see them a ball fa
LEAVE!

Verse Two:

Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/
the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/
original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/
thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted
by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/
in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/
we bout to get illa/

Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/
cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/
betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/
Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/
to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/
warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/
Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/
my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/
and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/

Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/
You neva know/that when it comes to championship/
is we dat have de management/
and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew
LEAVE!

Verse Three:

Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/
as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/
Target pon sight/trick up and cock/
adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/
Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/
here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/
Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/
more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/
So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/
Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/
In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/
wit my nigga D-O-G....

We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal
this/
we come to let you know/what the deal is/
Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/
may you return where the dust is..

There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/
and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/
and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de
evenin/now everthing changed...

Verse One:

Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/
the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/
2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/
fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/
Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/
I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/
I bet you never thought I bust led/
To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/

You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/
recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/
Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/
from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/
You say you number one wicked selecta/
I say you punani/and I wetcha/
Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/
cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/
Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/
showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/
now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/
led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/
see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/
lick a shot punani/not gun fire/

Now everybody wanna be dongongon/
all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/
in the docks when the gun starts buckin/
but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/

Chorus
DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan
tess the champion sound/
leave it to de people that can you know that can
when people see them a ball fa
LEAVE!

Verse Two:

Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/
the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/
original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/
thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted
by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/
in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/
we bout to get illa/

Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/
cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/
betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/
Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/
to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/
warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/
Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/
my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/
and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/

Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/
You neva know/that when it comes to championship/
is we dat have de management/
and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew
LEAVE!

Verse Three:

Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/
as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/
Target pon sight/trick up and cock/
adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/
Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/
here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/
Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/
more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/
So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/
Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/
In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/
wit my nigga D-O-G....

We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal
this/
we come to let you know/what the deal is/
Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/
may you return where the dust is..

There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/
and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/
and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de
evenin/now everthing changed...

Let me ask this question real quick, umm, as far as the Smif-N-Wessun
and the name change and everything like that; now how did that come
about? How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz and everything like
that?

That was jealousy, man. That's all that is, man. (Jealousy, man)
Jealousy and ignorance, man.

Yeah
Niggaz got me stressed, man
Oh, just burn a spliff don't worry about that

(Professor X)
In my pink Cadi, I have a&nbsp;?????
Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the 'hood
I make 'em snap it, test it
My choice of weapon
That Smif-N-Wessun, mmmmm
Try
Sue me for the namesake
Yo, who's pimpin'
Yo, who's pimpin'

I woke up in the morning, what did I see
Unknown faces starin' down at me
First off with the flee
As fear overpowered me
Cloriphil got me ready to black, I can't breathe
Niggaz askin' me who's Smif and who's Wessun
We got you now we're lookin' for your partner 'cause you're messin'
With the incomin' currency
And frankly we don't give a f**k about your privacy
We been watchin' you for a while now
We know about the calls made back and forth down south
Word of mouth
You had your peoples workin' out
But I doubt you had 'em lookin' out
'Cause we can pick 'em out
Now we got 'em listed on our internet systems
Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims
Even got the pinpoint spotter where you hang
You got big dreams comin' 'round tryin' to change things

Let me say
Why they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions
They want our suffarations, trial and tribulations, too much to
mention
Well, tell them that we no 'fraid
We don't have a big gate
From every corner, angle, and section
??????????????????not quite far
I see '99 in crystal ball
Them city-order ducks softly walk



I got suppenoed by the government the other day
I opened it and read it
It said they was suin'
Said I couldn't move the way that I was movin'
And I couldn't do the things that I was doin'
Causin' mass confusion with the name that we was usin'
Said they gun sales was conflictin' with our music
Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it
The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives
Ain't that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life
Probably heard his junior singin' Mr. Ripper's in Your Area
Feel your heart skip a beat as I'm nearin you
I'm hearin' ya
Askin' yo seed, who was me
At the same time you break my classic CD
Run it to the phone callin' up&nbsp;?????
I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers
They even got my local boys sayin' that stuff
I wanna draft my plain data for a million plush

I gotta letter from the corporate the other day
I open and read it
They said they was suin'
Somethin' about we was causin' confusion
Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin'
Had our associates nervous
Soup, try to serve it
Got our investors actin' real shady tryin' to jerk us
Got Tek ready to break somethin'
I'm chillin' and stayed pumpin'
Say somethin'
I tell you why the frame won't even think nothin'

Hell fell
Oh, well
I yell
Swear
We gonna send 'em all to hell (X2)

(Professor X)
So you're hesitant
Where a brother quest to represent
I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent
In fact, cops signed the last government
Contract
Yeah, umm
So where's your first world war
Now presently on tour
Hardcore
Come on knockin' at your door
Your revolver took down many of '90's lords
Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores
So they welcome your floor of a tribe called Cocoa

(Steele)
Before I lay my head down ta rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice
They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front shit
Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way
Kill the he say she say check what we say

(Tek)
I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its dead ya get
Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room
Death fills the air along with the scent of boom
Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here

Chorus: repeat 2X

(Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime
(Steele) Wontime
(Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time
(Steele) Wontime
(Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime
(Steele) Wontime
(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind

(Steele)
Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate
Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate
New plates same faces from the last joint
Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point
In the parallel cell mad niggas flip
Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity
keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya back shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs
Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear

(Tek)
Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.
Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo
Now behind bars where scars come in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary
Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry
Another straight up "No" comin from the board
Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward
Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank

Chorus

(Steele)
Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right
but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight
I got one in store for hardcore fanatics
Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics
Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up
I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up

(Tek)
Word Life my semi-automatic
and static smokin lyes more than a habit
and our victims die tragic
We stalk around like the beast out for prey
Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day
Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers
Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us

(Steele)
Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep
And my fleet packs heat
Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps
I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line
I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me
And my Brethren D to the O-G

(Tek)
See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot
In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block
If you dont know me dont even come in my circle
Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind

Chorus