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letra de wontime (clean) - smif n wessun

[intro: steele]
there will always be non-believers, i’m sure
for some, it’ll only take one time
others it’ll take much more
who knows what’s in store?

[steele]
before i lay my head down to rest
i hit the floor and do fifty reps for the heads that left
see, equality does me justice
calisthenics keep me fit to deals with tricks who can’t be trusted
i can never put up with them who front
and even though some i used to run with, they get done with
don’t come with foreplay, cause we deal the raw way
k!ll a he say-she say, check what we say

[tek]
i’m dwelling in the cellar with my (niggas) heltah skeltah
loading up the clips with lyrics, punks run for shelter
smif-n-wessun’s on the loose with the noose for your neck
you let info slip out so it’s dead you get
there’s the black moon, we creeping up in your room
death fills the air along with the scent of (cough!)
open your eyes, violators, and greet your fear
off with the head of a snitch and he’s outta here

[hook: rock (ruck)]
one rhyme for the snitch dropping dime (one time!)
one rhyme for the heads doing time (one time!)
one rhyme for the crooks committing crime (one time!)
one rhyme, one time for your mind!

[steele]
sitting in the pens with my back against the gate
watching these snakes as i await this next 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, who mad? duke just been had
by two little shorties who do dirt fast
juvies do be running 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]
looseys for sale, two dollars, nothing below
i’m back up in the joint, i’ve been remanded by my p.o
now behind bars where scars come in pairs
trooping with my blowers for the unknown that i face in here
flipping on the rich -ss who got cash and commissary
cause i ain’t going home ’til ‘never worry’
another rejection letter from the head of chief
now that’s more beef, more weeks i won’t see the streets
heads know what’s the word cause the grill is blank
once again, it’s on, sucker type, grab your shanks

[hook]

[steele]
well, i was taught two wrongs don’t make a right
but me and ripper been real tight for a while an 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 leads used up
i’ll get my baseball bat and you’ll get bruised up

[tek]
word life, we build on universal mathematics
don’t deal with the babbage that tightens up the cabbage
we stalk around like the beast out for prey
packing the ammo, pulling more juks by the day
taking loot with 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! what? we 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]
se, we be hitting up the root spots a lot
in the cypher getting right with the hoods on the block
if you don’t know we don’t even come in our circle
mess around and get me vexed and i’mma hurt you
soldier boy, front line, one time
as we hit you with a rhyme to elevate your mind

[hook x2]

- smif n wessun

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