Smif-n-wessun - Black Smif-N-Wessun lyrics

[Intro: sample] (x8) Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun [Verse 1: Tek] Here we go, break of day, with a mad lye session Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun Pick up the pace cause we're right behind ya black The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting Cops heard the shots, sh**'s hot cause they're pursuing But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown Check the drums of d**h as I break what's left Of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race Your family cried as your body lies in its casket I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks And if your b**h is a dime she can get the co*k Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy What p**y? Better drop your mic and get to steppin Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun [Hook][x4] Load the clip, bust lead to the head The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead [Verse 2: Buckshot] Real n***as represent and don't die Never dead like I said all we f**in do is multiply I puff a mad bag of buddha n***as be like "Yo who the shorty?" I'm bustin n***as with my six-shooter I get so much p**y my dick be in stitches Red-boned or even f**ed-up black Zulu b**hes What? This lil n***a is a mad stalker Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya If youse a bigger n***a bigger n***as get bucked Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a f** my dick you can s** Buck is a k**er, thrill a n***a like Manilla I'm small but I'm strong like ten f**ing gorillas A crazy-a** n***a puttin Brooklyn on the map I never gave a f**, I never give a f**, cuz I'm all that I take no sh** see, givin the Buck fifty I even blew your b**h cuz your man tried to stick me [Hook] [Verse 3: Steele] Ahh sh**, a personality split And I'm bout to flip with my n***a pull the trigger let the Glock spit A little bad-a** shorty with no remorse I k** forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss? Another boom blew up the scene Throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a fu*k now Damn, just when you thought it was safe To come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real So I pack more steel lookin for the k** Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll Pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said [Hook]