Cocoa Brovaz Won On Won
Smoky Lah, me got flav Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B's Who wanna look like, wanna act like us Wanna be like, roll the trees like us Wanna talk like wanna walk like us Wanna flip like get ripped like us Wanna act like know you're black like us Wanna flip like kick shit like us Wanna bust like you ain't rough like us Tek and Steele, Won on Won, Smoky Guns, what? DING! That's the sound of the bell "Oh shit!" is all you heard before you fell to the canvas, all washed up like my dirty drawers and pants get, try to challenge get damaged Plain and simple, with bandages around your temple Easily erased out the picture like pencil Peeped me once, saw me again got your pistol I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple Son hold my A.V. let me rock this no-body Comin out the closet tryin to stop my money? Actin like you're sweet cause he ain't see me in the streets Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet You called me I was there on some Candyman shit Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw Walk away, parley in front of Achmed's store We don't give a WHAT about you, tell them niggaz who sent you Let em come, have em all open wide like dentals Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to Nigga I'd wish you'd, talk about runnin for guns Get your Bankhead Bounce like insufficient funds Left ass-out a home beggin like bums Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs I'm from N.Y.C.I.T.Y. stay high Lazy eye ghetto celeb rap guy from Bed-Stuy Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes losing your attention taking up your time I gets mine and breathe, bout it bout it like P Too many wannabe me, wanna flow blow hold dough like Smoky (Smoky Lah), fly across seas blow shows for B.C.C. (knock you out), but you can't be You heard me, you soft like porridge You ain't gettin money and you have no courage (Aiyyo son, let me at they ass son) Introducing, the one who gets you bugged like a lucie Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee Try me, ready for those who wanna harm me Don't toy with me, you wanna be all you can be, join the Army I swarm like bees plus sting too, bring grooves I blow em out like hankies (hachoo!) nab you like cops do For the longest I've been waitin, to take it to these Jafaicans Corner eyeballin on the moves that we was makin Thinkin that we lost it cause our line was closed Can't stop a hungry nigga with nuttin to live foe I'ma see that dough, many hustlers I know Three car longshark white chalk and celo Yo, I think I'll take this time to remind you not to sit by the line, test mine, CrimeStoppers won't find you Before we come kickin your door to the floor Throw you to the wall, making you our prisoner of war Cut you too short to take walks with Tattoo Attack you from your front open you back with my scalpel Snatch two, niggaz from the crew if they got anything to do with motherfuckers coming back to avenge you I intend to, get down for my temple Keep a strong mental when dealin with evils that men do Them who, fail to comprehend I Recommend you remember you're dealin with men who'll send you - - off in a coffin Cause far too often niggaz are gettin lost and it's costin body parts, from anybody that starts We play the hackers, takin rappers apart Dissect em, from they rectum, to they necks double check them make sure shit's correct then direct them To the section, where the session's, in progression Where you come to get blessed by Smif-N-Wessun (various talk to outro)