Lyrics:
Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck
Had my dick rock solid first time I fired
Had a sis that was solid, Smif N Wessun medallion
Only fuck with professionals and kids with thousands
ain't baseball, I waste yall, ask no question
Attack from the back from the black smif n wessun
I be rubbishin, any crew that claims they be bubbling
Get
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
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
the name smif-n-wessun
See me coming through and my nigga clef too
Or the 650 blowing up the Grant's Tomb
Mobb beats to protect slaying your street
the name smif-n-wessun
See me coming through and my nigga clef too
Or the 650 blowing up the Grant's Tomb
Mobb beats to protect slaying your street
Had my dick rock solid first time I fired
Had a sis that was solid, Smif N Wessun medallion
Only fuck with professionals and kids with thousands
to hell with cigarettes
But anyway, let's get back to this skit
You know who the fuck I am, so git off that ol' bull-
Shucks! Lunchtime was up fuck!
Let
We slay
Put the Mix-Master on the fader
And the rhythm of the cuts are always up to data
Boy, it means nothin' if we're rockin' the place
Without
and amps
it's time to get down, get down with the Sound Pro camp
And clap your hands, to the rhythm we bring
this is a joyous event so let your physical
For the ghetto media
Don't let the light skin fool y'all
I will fuck you up
This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry
This is what it
Sick 'n' tired of critics
But I can take a hit
I'm all man
Alley oopin the vocal on jams
But they don't know it
They can blow it
and take a puff
it is you couldn’t stand in my kicks
(Harmonizing Vocal)
Grey.
BEACHFEST
[Verse 1]
It’s J-E-N-N-K-I-N-S
Display me and then may my pen bless
Bliss weighs deep in the way my finesse
Dismays peeps whenever
on the table and you wont be dead
Then ill engrave without hurting
My own bars displayed in cursive
Place it back inside
So when you come back n try
Dissing
like the boy
Ill take em to the black door give em the dick
she screaming that she been her before
Its like the five o'clock traffic jam we in the mix
the dick
Nibble on my nipple a bit
Now riddle me this
When you wiggle it in the middle
Are you ready to feed the kitty kibbles 'n' bits?
I'll fiddle that
to the jesters
Dont let them niggas gas you up you in a tesla
Yall been moving quite thru them streets
Ya been four two Doug'n I'm jack robin in my cleats
Doctor
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