Ruste Juxx - Spliff-N-Wessun lyrics

[Sean Price] It go stop with the bullsh** Playing game n***as, hopskotch when the tool click Don't make me pop ya Ya black eye blue, b**h, Frank Sinatra You see SP, you'll be thinking rasta Think it's peace & love, but I think to drop ya Think gangsta rappers, got ya thinking mobster It's a fact, you're and act, or, think you Oscar's, yo That's when I slap this jerk Take his Jesus piece, send him back to Catholic church n***as actin' like my motherf**in' gat don't work Til you hit and then collapse in the dirt and screamin' that sh** hurt Motherf**in' right, that sh** hurt n***as play tackle football with a plastic Nerf b**hes with dreadlocks and drapes on they back s** dick, plus we make biscuits from scratch [Rustee Juxx] n***as dial 9-11 I told the Smif Wess, one nine, one-one Forty five's and P2 29's Storyline, it begins once upon a crime Rustee Juxx in the gutter like stash crack Any block, any b**h, I'mma smash that Aiyo, f** force 1's, rip stone in they goretex Blaze up, fools you walk me through a vortex Size 3, Brooklyn playalistic Mossberg, music, duke don't get it twisted [Sean Price] Aiyo I shine (you shine) In this day of time (we pop off ya head with the nine) Nah (we not soft, go head with the lies Duke you a knockoff, ya plans and designs is Off the table, I'm dead broke, n***a, they cuttin' off my cable [Rustee Juxx] The criminal of the year, yea I'm back to rob So take ya shine off when you see me on the job Do to the mac, I'm strapped, ready to clap React, stop runnin' ya yap, and runnin' ya stack Sure carryin' top and blue gems Flash you in ya Benz, for stoppin' gold rims Pumpin' on the block, through rocks that glow stim And I'm rollin' on 10, the size of my Timbs [Sean Price] Let me get a turkey sandwich and a bottle of juice please A dollar change left, f** it, give me two loosies We ain't got no trap Three songs one session, it's econo-rap [Rustee Juxx] Still rip a n***a a**, raw rap on the red Catch me in the weed spot, triggin' on the dred See me in the flesh, real liftin' ya chain Only feel is the flame, fifth in ya frame In the cut wit ya b**h, feelin' up on her bu*t and her tits You wanna f** but she can start s**in' his dick I got a click that move more crowds than Eric B With a shotgun, air ho tech, and desert eag's