Lyrics:
take it personal
And come out and get me, but worst of all
These rap fans are taking this shit serious
It ain't New York verse L.A.
Cause really it's
blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke
Another gat
(Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)
Fuck you street fighter, front if you want
like Will Smith with the steel
I could save the world when shit get for real
Skinny George Foreman, all in your grill
My rhyme style is blind, it's
Snot nose brat just like baruto
Surrounded by demons like tanjiro
Deku yea we on go
Like luffy I cashing pot of gold
He want to know my plug but i don't
more love, I don't get attached
If you wanna play then its time to attack
I will not talk till you pay me a rack
Word on my moms you won't pay me to rap
lost
Cuz you are dead
I will be on your tomb saying sorry for your lost
Did you hear what I said
I said
Polished off my music box
Detox mumble rap with
[Chorus: x2]
Yo you gotta go you gotta go you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo what you don't know believe the ghetto knows)
[Kool G. Rap]
New York
mi cant forget mi Ruger
Glock 19 you see the one Kimber
Winchester you see mi Smith carbine
M-7-2 you see mi M-3-2
Full body suit a so mi have that
verse
Is smith in and wesson
Spray em all to no left of them
Relo make a whole mess of them
Said they came with the best of them
Fuck em
Attack
the crap, shut your trap, you gon' catch a couple straps
Get me in a scrape, get you ass beat no cap
Will Smith? Nah, more like R.kelly pissed
Ain't heard
time to attack
This is girls and trap
This is for girls who rap
Trapping trapping trapping trapping
I can tell you this shit is a madting
I'm counting
in it
Deep inside the darkness I slowly slip in it
Murder by the minute, true confessions of a Smith and Wesson
Livin' in Detroit all my life caused me
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
got nines in the bedroom
Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you
Wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith
And Wessun is
just want to spit man I don't need this grief
[VERSE TWO]
[HOST]
I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
J-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
around
I told my mama that i promise that im gonna make her proud
Told her i will make her proud so i rap loud
To the crowd make some sound thats a rap
When some get together and think of rap, they tend to think of violence
But when they are challenged on some rock groups, the result is always
can't fuck with me, and I don't fuck with you
Let's look at the facts when you tryna combat
The villain of rap on the verge of attack
Graffiti your hat,
von den Besten (Cudi)
Bruder guck ich mach, was ich mach und ich fahr' durch die Stadt
Drive by - Smith 'n Wesson (Wesley)
Guck ich bete jeden Tag,
[Chorus]
Firing Squad.
Ain't no tellin' what they might do.
Firing Squad.
Yo, them niggas will invite you.
Firing Squad.
To the battlefields so
Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth
Now get this, how can I ease the pain?
And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!)
so evil and very deceitful
He feeds on the minds of
The ones who are feeble
So he made his way through the rap game
(Rap game)
Lookin' for a name that
Make all the ladies say (ooh, ooh baby)
You can't knock the hustle, not at all (no, no, no, no)
Can't be budged by your muscle (no, no, no, no)
Never
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