I'm Gonna Smoke Him-Macdonald Duck Eclair

I'm Gonna Smoke Him (Album Version) (explicit) - Donald D. In the street blood is spilled My sniper skills make me lethal and ill The bang lady son From the ceiling I watch your body hang This is the payback my trigger I pull back Your cap is peeled back for givin' me feedback I want the loot you got the loot gimme the loot I won't hesitate to f**kin' shoot Night stalker I talk street slang F**k that sh*t I don't play no games No remorse my mind's on psycho Watch me flow on the angry tempo Load the clip let's take a trip You tried to flip my blade terminated his lips Sucka that's why you're tossed up For tryin' to double cross the boss up I move in silence In a world that contains much much violence Sex and drugs hoods and thugs F.B.I. got my damn phone bugged I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah Twelve o'clock me and my posse hangs out Niggaz act a fool now bullets rang out I duck for cover cause with bullets you can not reason To catch a body it's the season Niggaz still bustin' cops cold rush in I'm fussin' but my cussin' don't mean jack nothin' No arrest was made there was no homicide So the pigs in blue start to drive Inner city blues is nothin' new We go to the store to buy some brew On the pavement I pour some ale For my homies who died my homies in jail Skins skins with sex to lend Stood out y'all like a shark's fin Uhh a cutie with a weave to her booty Shakes her rump to the funk that car system pumps She wants to sex me up sex me down I smack it and I flip it and I dick her down Check it now she wanna play footsy But I want the loot and she's just p**sy From the window I see the police They want me to rot in the belly of the beast You wanna cuff me come and get me My glock is cocked it has a temper sh*t G I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down Shotgun blast he died real fast In the ghetto back alley he lays in trash He didn't know so I had to buck him I thought he was your man Yo ni**a F**k him Police sirens let's make a move Criminal smooth pimp daddy cool Eyes on my jewels I pull out my toolie Meet your maker you no good stoolie Damn I smell police creepin' Damn Even when Donald D sleepin' Say hello to my little friend The desert eagle adios amigo Gangsta chronicle you read the articles Raise it to the neck I'm wet from the sweat Vigilante servin' 'em death blows A sinister call rips away the jaw Decapitated by the guillotine The aftermath a bloodbath scene Beware of the looter The syndicate sniper I'm the sharpshooter I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down I'm gonna smoke him Yeah let's buck 'em down C'mon huh C'mon yeah