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Five in my motherfucking weed. You understand me? Smoke. Let's talk about that. I come from the old school, you understand me? Hard knock life. All that fuck boy shit you niggas doing now, That'll get you smoked. Fucking around with a nigga's money, that'll get you Smoked. Oh, wait, wait. Fucking with a nigga's family? For sure, for sure, for sure. Smoke. Thirty more rounds in the clip. Put a hundred rounds in the whip, no cap. Niggas wanna talk, I'm strapped. Pull up at your trap with the forty on My lap. Get it done right then, pow, Pow. Got a couple migos that be shooting kilos Like free throws, that pack. Niggas on zero wanna play hero, trying to jack, Get whacked. Loose lips sink ships, no Blood and Crips. Think they're there, but they never came Back. Get some cheese and catch you a rat. Better believe me, nigga, shit's all facts. Street nigga, 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 niggas that ain't never gonna vote. They off the boat with a nose full of Coke. Walk, walk up in the Pelle Pelle coat. Ask you this and then a nigga let it Go like You Won't hide, certified down to ride. Want Pull up on him, then I catch him By surprise. Want smoke? Ain't no smiling when I look him In his eyes. You had a chance, in advance is my reply. You want smoke? I don't spit fire, I sit Tight. Then they get my shit right 'fore midnight. Trying to host you a house party. Specially invited guests, a Glock forty. Nothing move but you and the beam. Nothing left, no crime scene. No team when it's dirty. Can't let a co-defendant hurt me. Gotta watch how you use a nigga name. And watch how you do your little thing. Life in the game, money can buy. But rich niggas live and poor niggas die. We got fuck niggas on that bullshit. And I don't even really know why. No warning when I up the nine. Draco or the four-five. 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 had a chance, in advance is my reply. You want smoke? 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. Kind of like Jesus came to town. Then shoot the place up, it's 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 tip of that You Want Won't hide, certified down to ride. You want Pull up on him, then I catch Him by surprise. 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 Won't hide, certified down to ride. You Pull up on him, then I catch him By surprise. You Ain't no smiling when I look him in His eyes. You You had a chance, In advance is my reply. You Want Smoke? Smoke
Young Buck, Smit-D, RBX, Hardattak — You Want Smoke Extended
«You Want Smoke Extended» — 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.
