L.Smith - 40 Clockers lyrics

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L.Smith - 40 Clockers lyrics

(Intro) R.I.P my n***a Darryl. I was writing this when I got the call (Verse 1) Parked on da 5th block Black 5th co*ked 6'o clock Nooka wrist watch Scoping patrol cops Like black-ops From project Roof-tops Lookouts Clock crack blocks Clockers hand off Red tops Motivation coupe drops From the park playing ball To servin in project halls Teens want new Sneaker money Their Bosses want it all Some b**h Some snitch Real n***as take a fall Some n***as wait their turn Other take it by force 2-2s in pelle jacks Billy jeans Conceal packs Serve Feenz wit a dap Fly dresser From the racks Racks turn to stacks No banks No tax Under the matt Let it stack Juelz bought from crack 1's turn to 10's 10's turn to bens Hoopty turn to Benz Benz turn to M's Skins hopping in b**hes turn to friends Snakes turn from friends Now watch ya friends Cuz it's always Da ones from the start That will cause ya end ! (Hook x2) There comes a point on your clock Where the hands meet Some clock blocks Cruse back In da back of Benz seats Others clock in clock out Grinding for enz-meet At the end of the day They say God checking the time sheets (Verse 2) Middle of the summer Blocks drenched Cause of the pumpers Plus Runners Gunners in numbers City Cops outnumbered Young n***as leaving bodies Stone colder Than a stunner Bounties turned n***as to hunters Drugs turned n***as to stunters Project lights Shine on trife nights From slap boxing To gun fights Basketball games Hung nikes Temps rising Mob of n***as dien Poppi supplying Feds criminalizing n***as is eating No appetizing Now the case is building From dealing up in the buildings Big wheelie Like 4 wheeling No petty dealing European peeling Stash house Millions in the ceiling Every member of the Crew got more juice Than cold chillin Semi automatics Tearing thru any fabrics For static That's erratic Same time D.A. Tryna crack Ya cabbage Got Info from an addict Can't beat the heat You No maverick Now u sitting uptop like an attic (Hook x2) There comes a point on your clock Where the hands meet Some clock blocks Cruse back In da back of Benz seats Others clock in clock out Grinding for enz-meet At the end of the day They say God checking the time sheets