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Five on mother, three. You understand me? Smoke. Let's talk about danger. I come from the old school, you understand me? Hard knock life. All that that you doing now, that'll get you Smoked. Around with money, that'll get you smoked. Oh, wait, wait. If you with a family, For sure, for sure, for sure. Smoke. Thirty more rounds in the clip Put a hundred Rounds in the whip, no cap wanna talk, I'm strapped Pull up at your trap with the On my lap Get it done right then Pow, Pow Got a couple migos that be shooting kilos Like free throws that pack up, Throw zero, wanna play hero, tryna jack Get whacked Loose lips sink ships, know Blood and Crips took It there, but they never came back Get some Cheese and catch you a rat Better believe me, All facts Streets, never had a nine-to-five We take A brick, break it down, we ain't paying no Tax Bagging up pounds, we ain't carrying no sack Running up a check, you ain't got no stacks Lost my love, I seen my best friend, black Teeth covered in blood Now I don't know how To act Still in the mud, so I don't Go to these clubs Unless I'm pulling in the Parking lot with that MAC With some that ain't Never gon' vote They off the boat with a Nose full of coke Walk up in a Pelle Pelle coat Ask you this and then let it Go You want smoke? Won't hide, certified down to Ride You want smoke? Pull up on him, then I catch him by Surprise You smoke? Ain't no smiling when I look him in his Eyes You want smoke? "You had a chance," in Advance is my reply You want smoke? Spitfire, tight Then the right for midnight Tryna Host you a house party Specially invited guests and Nothing move but you and the beam Nothing left, No crime scene low team when it's dirty Can't Let a co-defendant hurt me Gotta watch how you Use your name And watch how you do your Little thing Life in the game, the money can Buy But rich live and poor die We got On that boo And I don't even really know Why No warning when I up the nine or The You want smoke? Won't hide, certified down to ride You want Pull up on him, then I catch Him by surprise You smoke? Ain't no smiling when I look him in his Eyes You smoke? "You had a chance," in advance is my reply You want smoke? Now let's get live like the Wire run Then run flat like the tire done Heat-seeking missile, fire one With an accurate hit, Expire, son Bless you up, it's going down Fifty Bark with a thunder sound Kinda like Jesus came To town Then shoot the place up, move around Whoa, wake up the sleeper then Jeepers Creepers Creep again I heard fool had a foot in The grave Let gravity pull you deeper in Green Lights point you nowhere to slide Nowhere to run, Can't even hide Army guns meant for combat That Fire jump out the temper, that You want smoke? Won't hide, certified down to ride You want smoke? Pull up on him, then I catch him by Surprise You want smoke? Ain't no smiling when I look him in his Eyes You want smoke? "You had a chance," in advance is my reply You want smoke? Won't hide, certified down to ride You smoke? Pull up on him, then I catch Him by surprise You want Ain't no smiling when I look him in his eyes You want smoke? "You had a chance," in advance is my reply You Want Smoke? Smoke
Young Buck, Smit-D, RBX, Hardattak — You Want Smoke Radio Edit
«You Want Smoke Radio Edit» — Young Buck, Smit-D, RBX, Hardattak. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:47. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
