[Intro]
Smoky Lye, me got flav
Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B's
[Hook]
Who wanna look like, wanna act like us
Wanna be like, roll the trees like us
Wanna talk like wanna walk like us
Wanna flip like get ripped like us
Wanna act like know you're black like us
Wanna flip like, kick shit like us
Wanna bust like you ain't rough like us
Tek and Steele, Won on Won, Smoky Guns, what?
[Verse 1: Steele]
Ding! That's the sound of the bell
"Oh shit!" is all you heard before you fell
To the canvas, all washed up like my dirty drawers and pants get
Try to challenge, get damaged
Plain and simple, with bandages around your temple
Easily erased out the picture, like pencil
Peeped me once, saw me again, got your pistol
I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple
[Verse 2: Tek]
Son, hold my A.V., let me rock this no-body
Comin' out the closet, tryin' to stop my money?
Actin' like it's sweet, 'cause he ain't see me in the streets
Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet
You called me, I was there, on some Candyman shit
Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch
Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw
Walk away, parlay in front of Achmed's store
[Verse 3: Steele]
We don't give a WHAT about you, tell them niggas who sent you
Let 'em come, have 'em all open wide like dentals
Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you
If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to
Nigga, I'd wish you'd, talk about runnin' for guns
Get your Bankhead Bounce like insufficient funds
Left ass-out a home, beggin' like bums
Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs
[Verse 4: Tek]
I'm from N.Y. C-I-T-Y, stay high
Lazy eye, ghetto celeb, rap guy from Bed-Stuy
Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes
Losin' your attention, takin' up your time
I gets mine and breathe, "'bout it, 'bout it" like P
Too many wannabe me, wanna flow, blow, hold dough
Like Smoky (Smoky Lah), fly across seas
Blow shows for B.C.C. (Knock you out), but you can't be
You heard me, you soft like porridge
You ain't gettin' money and you have no courage
(Aiyyo son, let me at they ass, son)
[Verse 5: Steele]
Introducing, the one who gets you bugged like a lucie
Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee
Try me, ready for those who wanna harm me
Don't toy with me, you wanna be all you can be? Join the Army
I swarm like bees, plus sting too, bring grooves
I blow 'em out like hankies (Hachoo!), nab you like cops do
[Verse 6: Tek]
For the longest I've been waitin', to take it to these Jafaicans
Corner eyeballin' on the moves that we was makin'
Thinkin' that we lost it, 'cause our line was closed
Can't stop a hungry nigga with nuttin' to live foe
I'ma see that dough, many hustlers I know
Three card longshark, white chalk and cee-lo
[Verse 7: Steele]
Yo, I think I'll take this time to remind you
Not to step out of line, test mine, CrimeStoppers won't find you
Before we come, kickin' your door to the floor
Throw you to the wall, makin' you our prisoner of war
Cut you too short to take walks with Tattoo
Attack you from your front, open yo' back with my scalpel
Snatch two – niggas from the crew, if they got anything to do
With motherfuckers coming back to avenge you
I intend to, get down for my temple
Keep a strong mental when dealin' with evils that men do
Them who, fail to comprehend, I
Recommend you remember you're dealin' with men, who'll
Send you – off in a coffin
'Cause far too often, niggas are gettin' lost and it's costin'
Body parts, from anybody that starts
We play the hackers, takin' rappers apart
Dissect 'em, from they rectum, to they necks
Double-check them, make sure shit's correct, then direct them
To the section, where the session's in progression
Where you come to get blessed by Smif-N-Wessun
[Various talk to outro]
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