Wontime-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 [Chorus: x2] 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]