Lyrics:
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
gone feel me
Every time I was down, niggas switching up
Smith & Wesson gotta keep it tucked
Disrespect 'em we gone light it up
We gone paint the city
a message
Cause I ain’t smith or wessen
And I ain’t never met em so you quit all of that pressin
Yeah I had my time doin dirt it was depressin
Cop whip
[GZA]
Okay.. the GZA
Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin?
We gonna bang why'all, in the head one time
Blaze up on why'all one time real fast (Do
Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word Smith be
So dope you
Smith and Wessun
Like Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word
the F.M. the P.M. too
Churnin' out that boogaloo
Gets you up and it gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
the F.M. the P.M. too
Churnin' out that boogaloo
Gets you up and it gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap
bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out
My name is Smith your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
Here in this bar you fade out
Time heals nothing
It merely rearranges our memory in zero
hijack
Fm, radio, eff em turn it around mothafucka'
Gods to niggas, queens to bitches
Race against time see em all runnin' for the riches
Everything
a Smith and Wesson
Get to blessin'
When I show up nigga it's some heavy wreckin'
He don't want no smoke with me
That nigga he get poked from me
That's
Oh nun
Just me and Ranch
No cap
This the intro by the way (Sayin)
Yeah; Intro
Yeah, this the intro (Intro)
Bout to drop a EP with Mike and Los (Mike,
I got a question have you ever been introduced to Smith & Wessin
I got 2 of em on my hip teach you a lesson
And i promise you im not stiff i get
to get her
The beach front estate, mega yacht by the lake
The safe in the floor with a life time of cake
Wifey emailing, make my side vibrate
Cats
girl all night
With a, "Goddamn what a time", yeah
(Iffy FM)
got a plate of shrimps, laughing with some pimps
Chopping game, while my diamond's swinging
Banking off my gold chain
My time has come
The way
Sunday mornin', man, she woke up fightin' mad
Bitchin' and moanin' on and on 'bout the time I had
And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good
girls are trouble too
Next time a guy try to give you a play just turn your head and dis him and walk away
Excuse me ice cream tee
Hello how do you do
(ATL Jacob)
VVS's dripping down my neck, I'ma drown ho
Smith and Wesson, thinking I'm a game, I'm like Rambo
Came a long way from the trenches
chance by the auld kirk or on Hunter Street
On the way to the Adam Smith hall
Walking home late by Kirkcaldy's sea wall
The sea looks so big, the sky
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
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