Lyrics:
no protection so here's a little lesson
When I leave the house, insured my Smif-N-Wessun
A .357, cold bobbin' off 11
It puts you in hell, or it
me money like I'm PayPal
Wait pal, pow pow, 40 cal
Smith N Wessun, make a wrestler whistle loud
I'm in the grocery store, can't even walk the aisles
Ya
General connection, black Smif-N-Wessun
Watch your section, the night moves in three directions
Calculatin', watch those steps you takin'
You never know
got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready
I fry that ass up like I'm Wessun
So come equipped and I don't slip (why?)
'cause if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in
irrational
A jack ass too act new I'm a smack you
Ask who clapped? Just Smif-N
Wessun that's who
Yeah! I need you to feel me
Without hands on this one (DON'T
when my dog ate the drawers off the mother (uh-huh)
Called her Greedy Gretchen, my pet came fetchin
And shot Old Yeller with the big Smith and Wessun
hula hoop ya
Liftin them Smith and Wessuns like the westerns
I blow out a niggaz intestines, and send him back to the fuckin essence
Bullet rows, blows
overreactin
Packin but they slackin plus they lackin
direc-tion, thinkin that Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em
in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear through your
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
a glock, the one with the 17 shots
Nicknamed Smith & Wessun
Gonna teach them punks on your blocks a little lesson
But, who you gon' shoot with that,
We click-click-click-connect, stay connect to get bricks
Black Smif-n-Wessun's the shit, we puttin it in
Entered da Stage underaged and became men
I
Yep! so I'm bumpin' my smif n wessun
Knock on my room door ma gimme a second (hold up)
Threw on a t shirt (uh huh) slipped on my ola's (uh huh)
Opened
That's underground
Freddie Foxxx, Blackalicious, Kweli
M.O.P., Gangstarr that's underground
Mad lion, Smif-n-Wessun, Buckshot
Armageddeon T.S. That's
Genauso hab ich dass gelernt von Smith und Wessun
New York, Berlin, es ist überall gleich
Nur Sportler, Rap-stars und Betrüger werden reich
From BK
Wessun to me, I'm hard headed
Our ? couldn't reach me, church boys
I was outside with a gun moving at work boy
What up naught head ? head some niggers
General connection, black Smif-N-Wessun
Watch your section, the night moves in three directions
Calculatin', watch those steps you takin'
You never know
wine
I'm tryin to shine like the soldiers smif-n-wessun
Count yours blessings, and take heed, life is full of lessons
No need for stressin and dwellin
Brooklyn, fuck that, crackers, where my nuts at?
You get bucked at, crew you 'fore I Dutch hat
I smoke 'Cocoa Brova', stay with a 'Smif-N-Wessun'
Skip J in
up, we serve justice
So if they can't be trusted, may you return where the dust is" -
Smif-N-Wessun
"The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the voter
Burn
the ceilin'
I got a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in
I might get arressted, but until then?
My blood pressure's buildin'
My blood pressure's
start that fire
You only see failure not the Beauty of the lesson
But If I’m gonna have a Smith,
I got to have that Wessun
So the Balance is honored
My
ciudad
Is like da nigga esto es pa ponerlo en alto
Llego el grupo de asalto
El boombox del asfalto
The smif n wessun como impacto
Exclusivo en lo que
a sonreír según creces
A mí tantos fachitas del rap ya me pesan
Su grupo favorito sería ortega Smith&Wessun
Ja ja, os traigo ja ja-rabe
Como en todo está la
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