Lyrics:
or chocolate bone, she still on my
Don't even say that
My mom won't play that
All that money you talk, in my sleep, i can make that
Sigs and Smif n wessun
Smif-n-Wessun, Boot Camp taught me the meaning of shine
I was banging Big L, Screwball, and Cormega
Lost Boyz, DMX, of course Jigga
The L.O.X. had me wilding out
the chicken pox
So, emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya grill 'cause Louisville packs the biscuit
In the session Smif-N-Wessun OG's see gun
the chicken pox
So, emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya grill 'cause Louisville packs the biscuit
In the session Smif-N-Wessun OG's see gun
Yeah she's bully in a faux dress
Doesn't really care about any type of press
Walks around likes she's top dog smif n' wessun
Go to blow that top off
Yeah she's bully in a faux dress
Doesn't really care about any type of press
Walks around likes she's top dog smif n' wessun
Go to blow that top off
n Wessun
These jams deafen constantly condescending
I'll probably be in armageddon off the resin
Deion Sanders high stepping
Giving lessons on how
friends
Every second of my collection's like my life in reflection
Pressin' record to start the session, Bucktown by Smif-N-Wessun
I know to you, it might
by
Where the Mets play queens connection
G-O-D be my reflection in the beamer flexing
Sliding through Medina bumping Smif-N Wessun
Bitch perfection
stay-up's, bombing lay-up's
Way after bed-time, you get dead rhymes
There'll be no resurrection, for my shit
Brovaz go Cocoa like Smif-n-Wessun, no question
California love, california thug
You know what time it is bad Boy Killa
Mobb Deep Killa chino XL Killa
Much love to Smiff-N Wessun, Freddie
Foxxx, Bunchy
to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta, I hit em up
Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz,
TALKIN NONSENSE)
Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hits
Napalm shit, move in a hail of fire
Bill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!)
Can't nobody
while y'all get offended
This Smith n Wessun got sick intention
Round waiting for you like intervention
Find it interesting they disrespect me
Y'all
Lookin back/ on my past/ times goin by fast/ to all who laughed/ man y’all can kiss my ass/ as I walk pass/ pretendin I don’t know yo ass/ cuz you
up wit the full clip
All my n****** active
We ain’t wit none of that
Cool s***
No drive by’s
Walk up
Let that tool spit
Turn ya brains into cool whip
piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
Too much money, too much cash
All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
We got
ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
All these faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
this
That this might be the night
This might be the night, that's right, that's right
This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye)
Niggas
fashionista, black diva,
Have you seen her? The black grim reaper!
I'm so hot, damn I might have a fever!
I don't kiss ass, n*gga I'm no pleaser
I'm causing
Dog's in the house, bitch!
She's a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut
Took her to the hotel just to fuck
Last night she licked all on my balls
here that I know
Won't give me a chance and won't quit faking
Y'all just can't take the fact
I'm really a fine ass n**** that's what I'm stating
My fine
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
felt the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash ya yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to ex, I am so sick
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