Wontime (Explicit)-Smif-N-Wessun

Before I lay my head down ta rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the Calisthenics do a ni**a justice
They fake cause I'm a snake and can't be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front sh*t
Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
F**k the foreplay lets do sh*t the raw way
Kill the he say she say check what we say

I'm dwellin' in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
Loadin' up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its dead ya get
Here's the Black Moon we creepin' up in ya room
Death fills the air along with the scent of boom
Open ya eyes motherf**kers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here

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Won rhyme for the snitch droppin' dime
Wontime
Won rhyme for the heads doin' time
Wontime
Wontime
Wontime for ya muthaf**kin' mind

Sittin' in the pens with my back against the gate
Hot as a f**k can't wait ta get that bus headin' upstate
New plates same faces from the last joint
In the parallel cell mad niggas flip
Cause some think they're doin' dip just got his a** ripped
Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity
Keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya back shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs
Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear

Thinkin' of a way ta get even wit my P.O.
Cause I knew the b**ch dicked a ni**a on the D-Lo
Troopin' wit' my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here
Cause I ain't goin' home ta never worry
Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward
Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank

[Chorus]

Well I was taught two wrongs don't make a right
But me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everything's aight
I got one in store for hardcore fanatics
Bangin' from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics
Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up
I'll use my baseball bats and you'll get bruised up

Word Life my semi-automatic
And static smokin' lyes more than a habit
And our victims die tragic
We stalk around like the beast out for prey
Back in the island pullin' more jooks by the day
Takin' loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers
Boot Camp's on the map and ain't no way that you can stop us

And my fleet packs heat
Ain't nothin' sweet we play for keeps
I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my life's on the line
I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me
And my Brethren D to the O-G

See we be hittin' up Boom spots a lot
In the cipher gettin' high with the hoods on the block
F**k around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya f**kin' mind

[Chorus]