You Want Smoke Acapella E

Five my motherfucking weed. You understand me? Smoke. Let's talk about that. I come from the old school. You understand me? Hard knock life. Shit, 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. And fucking with a nigga's family, fo' sure, Fo' sure, fo' 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, know Blood and Crips took your deal 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 see 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 a pelle pelle coat. Ask you this and then a nigga let it Go. You Won't hide, certified down to ride. You want Pull up on him then I catch Him by surprise. You 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 don't spit fire, I sit tight. Then they get my shit right 'fore midnight. Trying to host you a house party. Specially invited guest, a Glock 40. Nothing move but you and the beam. Nothing left, no crime scene. Lo-V 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, the 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 want 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? 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, It's firing 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, bitch, 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 smoke? Won't hide, certified down to ride. You 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 want smoke? You had a chance, in advance is my reply. 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 You had a chance, in advance is My reply. You want smoke? Smoke