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(feat. Cocoa Brovaz) |
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(Steele (Tek)) |
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Black Smif-N-Wessun (comin to shake ya frame) |
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Remember the name (nothin change) |
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We dismember you lames |
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Duck Down when we take aim, remainin on point |
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Is how we stay ahead of the game, like links and change |
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(To maintain is the main thing) The name change, the game change |
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(But we still the same) Just elevated to a higher plane |
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(Steele) |
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Commin to shake ya brain, commin to shake ya frame |
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In this land of dreams, we plan to scheme |
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To gain fame and cream, we plot and feme |
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Popular teams, poppin out the proper machines |
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Automatic gleem laser beam stop ya whole team, clear the whole scene |
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Police lights and si-rens, high beam, walk thru hell and reign supreme |
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This regime, stay militant, givin it to each |
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and every inconsiderate fool, to act ignorant |
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(Tek) |
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My voice is back on the streets, home forbidden again |
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We gettin brains in the range, born bonic again |
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My whole team got spins, BGS made men |
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And I run with them hooligans from Brooklyn |
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Who stay with Trey-Ochos, my oiyes a loco |
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Papa, you emcee guys can't see I |
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Spit like the raw that they sell in the doors |
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Ya squad couldn't get no money till my man fell off |
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(Buckshot) |
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Aiyo kill the chit chat |
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Son bring the click-click-click-clack |
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Where the brick at? Yo flip that |
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Where you went back, you told me that you push a 420 |
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And you push a Taurus on the low though |
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Slow your roll, you're dead and you just don't know |
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Where ya niggas at, where ya bitches go? |
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Aiyo, this nigga ain't worth my worst verse |
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Whiplash like I hit him verse |
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Buck him and burst, fuck who we comin with |
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I'm comin with, Bucktown niggas on some money shit |
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Still rock boots in the summer with |
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A scully pulled to the side of my left eye |
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Rollin with the Death Tribe |
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(Chorus: All) |
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We go all out, in the brawl out |
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Two fo'-fo's to blow the wall out |
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Make ya crawl out, |
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Of the jeep, shit ain't sweet |
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Fuck beef |
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None of my niggas eat meat, we bust heat |
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(Steele (Buckshot)) |
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Black Smif-N-Wessun (comin to shake ya brain) |
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Buckshot, Tek, & Steele (comin to shake ya frame) |
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((Duck Down when we take aim, remainin on point |
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That's how we stay ahead of the game, like links and chains)) |
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(Tek) |
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All of sudden ya killas cuz ya got a little size |
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Sold a little wiz and ya did a little time |
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I still get scribes from my niggas inside |
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A Zar, E Bo and my brother Jahard |
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Out in Texas corrections I'm known as Smif-N-Wessun |
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Cuz I rather have a gat, then caught with no protection |
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Cuz I still school a dike, just like they was horrors |
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And ride dirty with my mans in a tented up Taurus |
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(Steele) |
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Had niggas nervous when they saw us |
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Move swift and mysterious |
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Keep my shit on the low, cuz fo stay curious |
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Actin funny style like Eddie Murphy in Delicious |
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Test a razor sharp dart throw inside ya terrious |
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It's evident, I never miss, on point like a specialist |
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ST declaring this, BCC professialist |
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School you idiots that front more than a little bit |
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You little kids couldn't fear this Steele class period |
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(Buckshot) |
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Yeah we went, all that leary shit that you hear me with |
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Actin like you cool on that amiquick |
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Nigga, I know, I could see the snake in ya eye |
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On ya grill, you muthafuckas need to shit peel |
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Yo Steele, Boom-bye-bye, hit 'em with the richochet |
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The gat speak, tell 'em what the trigger say |
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Come close, so you can get the nuzzle to your ear lobe |
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Blow you out a near earhole |
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(Buckshot (Steele)) |
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Black Smif-N-Wessun (comin to shake ya brain) |
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Buckshot, Tek & Steele (comin to shake ya frame) |
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Duck Down when we take aim, remainin on point |
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Is how we stay ahead of the game, like links and change |
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(To maintain is the main thing) The name change, the game change |
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(But we still the same) Just elevated to a higher plane |
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Black Smif-N-Wessun (comin to shake ya brain) |
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Buckshot, Tek & Steele (comin to shake ya frame) |
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Duck Down niggas, shake ya frame |
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Bucktown niggas, shake ya frame |
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Boot Camp niggas, shake ya brain |
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Brook-lan niggas, shake ya frame |
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Uptown niggas, comin to shake ya brain |
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Black Trump, comin to shake ya frame |
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B Fumps and Dum Dum to shake ya frame |
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My Ouras and Scios shake ya frame |
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My B.J.S. niggas shake ya frame |
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What, my Murder Av. niggas come to shake ya frame |
