[Steele]
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Before I lay my head down ta rest
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I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
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The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice
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They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted
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I put up with none of them punks who front shit
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Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
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Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way
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Kill the he say she say check what we say
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[Tek]
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I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
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Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter
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Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck
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You let info slip out so its dead ya get
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Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room
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Death fills the air along with the scent of boom
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Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
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Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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[Rock] Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime
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[Steele] Wontime
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[Rock] Won rhyme for the heads doin time
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[Steele] Wontime
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[Rock] Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime
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[Steele] Wontime
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[Rock] Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind
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[Steele]
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Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate
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Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate
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New plates same faces from the last joint
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Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point
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In the parallel cell mad niggas flip
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Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped
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Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity
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keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
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(Watch ya back shorty!)
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Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs
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Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear
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[Tek]
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Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.
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Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo
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Now behind bars where scars come in pairs
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Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here
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Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary
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Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry
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Another straight up "No" comin from the board
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Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward
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Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank
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Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank
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Chorus
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[Steele]
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Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right
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but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight
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I got one in store for hardcore fanatics
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Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics
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Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up
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I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up
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[Tek]
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Word Life my semi-automatic
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and static smokin lyes more than a habit
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and our victims die tragic
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We stalk around like the beast out for prey
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Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day
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Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers
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Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us
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[Steele]
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Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep
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And my fleet packs heat
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Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps
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I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine
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Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line
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I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me
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And my Brethren D to the O-G
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[Tek]
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See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot
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In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block
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If you dont know me dont even come in my circle
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Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you
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Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine
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As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind
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Chorus
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Wontime
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Smif-N-Wessun |