Lyrics:
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
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
I gotta go out N' get it
Aye
I gotta go out N' get it
Aye
I gotta go out N' get it
N' go out n get it
N' go out N' go out N' go
I gotta go out N' get
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me?"
a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n...
But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider
If my kids
hit the block, really got a hard lesson,
Still all the hustlin u did, don't stop the stressing
The way its twisted out here gotta keep a smif n wesson,
theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It
gotta get dis damn grip
By any means necessary
N***as is looking like dey preparing for f***in war
But I gotta give all I got, and I gotta give it more
Im
to stay off the radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump thirty shots on ya block
'Cause he spray that TEC, n-, if I say get it
and say...
Steve: You didn' know, n' 'e didn' know, arright?
Bruce: "Sorry about, sorry about shouting. It was a misunderstanding. But in future, tell
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
fuck around, with the fuck around. Most of them a bunch of fuckin clowns.
If it’s too good to be true, Smif N Wesson make a nigga see through.
They say
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
the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it
Kill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus
Say y'all, rappers, can hate on
Waiting on my down fall, mad cause we
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
holler
Don't say nothin' as I jump out
But why you gotta blast me, before you stomp out?
Start runnin' cause I'm terrified
Two shots from his gat
n Wessun and Marvin
Kiddie song will teach a lesson please pardon
Best player in your squad I am guarding
Lets say I want the guava I am starving
fuckin' set
Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we gotta have it
Gotta get it, we gotta get it, we gonna take it
Bitch we jump, say bitch we jump, we
my line begging for some blessing
This gold around my neck yeah you know I protect it
Fuck the guns you tote i've been on smif n Wesson's
Never shy
Sometimes it's hard to say I'm sorry yo
yo, eh, my raps written in a whirlwind, so if my tail spin
just point at me and ill begin where the twirl
n****s scared
Gotta problem wit me n**** just say it
We can play it how you want to play it
Better go ahead
40 pistols will be aimed at yo head
All
Ayo
Ayo, you think I give a fuck about anything
You niggas got to say 'bout this shit?
It's The Machine, bitch you know how I play
Nigga
Slap
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