Mr. Walt - Wontime lyrics

[Steele] Before I lay my head down to rest I roll up a nickel sack of cess to relieve the stress The herb and the calisthenics do a n***a justice They fake cause some are slick and can't be trusted I put up with none of them punks who front sh** Even though some I used to run with and smoke blunts with f** the foreplay let's do sh** the raw way k** a he say-she say, check what we say [Tek] I'm dwelling in the cellar with my n***as Heltah Skeltah Loading up the clips with lyrics, punks run for shelter Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for your neck You let info slip out so its dead you get There's the Black Moon we creeping up in your room d**h fills the air along with the scent of boom Open your eyes motherf**ers and greet your fears Off with the head of a snitch and he's outta here Chorus: repeat 2X [Rock] One rhyme for the snitch dropping dime [Ruck] One time! [Rock] One rhyme for the heads doing time [Steele] One time! [Rock] One rhyme for the crooks committing crime [Steele] One time! [Rock] One time for your motherf**ing mind [Steele] Sitting in the pens with my back against the gate Hot as a f** can't wait to get that bus heading upstate New plate, same faces from the last joint Got my banger so when danger come I'll be on point In the parallel cell mad n***as flip Cause some big bear doing dip just got his a** ripped Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity Keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy Ready to thump with any chump with ideas Nobody move, nobody gets blown from ears to rear [Tek] Thinking of a way to get even with my P.O Cause I knew the b**h dicked a n***a on the D-Low Now behind bars where scars come in pairs Trooping with my blowers 'case them n***as try to bring it here Flipping on the b**h a** who got cash and commissary Cause I ain't going home till never worry Another straight up "No" coming from the board Keep my anger hid until I'm back up in the ward n***as know whats the word cause the grill is blank Once again its on, s**er-type, grab your shanks Chorus [Steele] Well I was taught two wrongs don't make a right But me and Ripper been real tight for a while and everything's aight I got one in store for hardcore fanatics Banging from basement to attic for static if you got dramatics Who's the next up for heads up? When my lead's used up I'll get my baseball bat and you'll get bruised up [Tek] Word Life my semi-automatic end static Smoking lye's more than a habit And our victims die tragic We stalk around like the beast out for prey Packing the ammo pulling more juks by the day Taking loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers Boot Camp's on the map and ain't no way that you can stop us [Steele] Get out my way n***a, I'm coming through deep And my fleet packs heat Ain't nothing sweet, we play for keeps I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine Gots to get mine cause my life's on the line I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper roll with me And my bred-dread D to the O-G [Tek] See we be hitting up boom spots a lot In the cypher getting high with the hoods on the block If you don't know we, don't even come in my circle f** around and get me vexed and I'mma hurt you Bumba clot rudeboy, lick off your nine As we hit you one time for you f**ing mind Chorus