Lyrics:
Smith, I'm enemy of state
I'm sorry I'm late, I cut all the fakes
I'm runnin' this game and I'm takin' their place
Hundred bands, my stacks are centennial
DT's be kicking not ringing the door bell
They want a young nigga just sitting in four L's
Hunted down by racist cops work for the Klan
So I shouldn't
non-airable
The aesthetics are way too damn starable
Big ol' loopy baguettes the ear lobes
Got em talking like who is this Arab though
Every time they doubt me
family thought in his mind he was being consumed
By all the thoughts the demons must throw down to him to persuade and lettin' him loose
Could they be
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
up by the cashier
On the front of a magazine bone punks in harmony
Flip to the page what do I see?
Bone talking bout Memphis Tennessee like a dog
undertakers
From infared lasers my enemies fall like Niagara
Pullin' vapors from brown Vega's, pimpin infinite
Bitches be scandalous ain't no time for being
a long, long time ago
It has so many awesome parts
You simply won't believe how much this book can change your life
Hello
My name is Elder Green
I
On the eleventh of April 1912
The queen of the ocean had started her life
With thirteen thousand passengers she sailed out from cork
Lead by nine
Hoover he would be alive today
Bang, he got blown away
That man Clarence Smith was like a father to many
Was for the love cause the brother wasn't all
Marley spliff back'll make ya (Get up)
Big 6 on 20 inch make ya (Get up)
(Come on)
[Verse 1]
Jam session in the park
Smith-N-Wessun start
Charge
blessings, just mount your Smith and Wessons in a hurry.
The more grounds I cover, the more brothers to worry.
Everlasting, got a certified passion for
than Coca-Cola do
I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise
How you lookin like Emmitt Smith, runnin back to get your boys
Its do
backed by big time promoters.
CBS promote the Clash,
But it ain't for revolution, it's just for cash.
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
time to start killin snitches (right now, right now, right now)
[Verse 1 - Mr. GZus]
The six re-convicted felon drop gems
With the clique heat
sings a song called Trouble Again
Josie wales says no wrong free call me
Wayne Smith, Peter Metro, and Charlie Chaplain
Early be, Coca Tea, Brigadier
I'll be riding with will smith, chillin with the prez
not sitting at the drug store popping cherry pez
but fuck that shit cuz its time to rap
throw
a story watch how they cook up
Ima be gone by the time they look up
Riding round town with the windows down
Baselining, sliding down cap
I can tag my
gon make it Vacant
Move that brick then divide the Dough
At times they do not lie low
They hit a lick in the light so
Gotta off them n***** cause
as well you never really know
If I die before I ever wake
Shotty by the shower while I’m shittin
Lessons written in the Smith and Wesson
Niggas stressin
think it's time to get to gamblin'
But hold up
I'm about to be legal
Settin' cams up while I'm feelin' so regal
This shit's lethal
Imma Smith that Imma
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