Lyrics:
hood cats are mild grenade
And we don't hang with no fakers we hang around greatness
The foundation (Smif-N-Wessun) trey pound wakers
(As-Salaam
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 comin thru stompin out all you wack rappers
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy head fed
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed like your man bled
on the rise
Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes
From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun comin' through stompin' out all you wack
bażanty
JWP, Smif N Wessun i doczekał się świat
Najlepszy rap, tego chcecie
Jestem jak lekarz dla mas
Wbijam do labu i jest opór rap
Z moją brygadą
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
peeps that you saw
You probably heard about me and my crew doin' what we do
For my nigga True and Smif-n-Wessun
'Cause I be wreckin' mic-checkin' fools
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
Bronx, Brooklyn, Staten Island
Smif & Wessun, Karl Kané, Sean Price and
Breaken und reisen zum Jam auf den Gleisen
Musik, die wir lieben
Begleitet uns
blowin' 'em
Got em throwin' they gunz in tha air like Onyx
Test the Smif-n-wessun, crew niggas ?
Let me warn y'all killas upstairs, I see all y'all
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
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
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
the Lorax
Send my mail to Gravesend, Bucktown
When my grey-haired uncle plays with guns
You should Duck Down
Ruste, Smif-N-Wessun in the SpaceLAB, what now?
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
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
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
did
Yes we smoked the fat lady
Smif-N-Wessun on some reality shit
Tie up ya timbs and make sure ya don't slip, nucca
what we did
Yes we smoked the fat lady
Smif-N-Wessun on some reality shit
Tie up ya timbs and make sure ya don't slip, nucca
these Refugees from deep Roots
Rampagin' with a Juice Crew this Killarmy Militia Laylow in a Coup
Man the Sunz are fighting on a Black Moon
Smif N Wessuns
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
Yeah nigga, we out here man
Smif N Wessun ta the death nigga
(You can be a gangsta) hustler(Pimp or a gun buster
But you're best to have them
it's the Louieville Sluggah motherfucka
Straight outta Bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with this crowd
Times is hard, niggas do need
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