Black Smif-N-Wessun

Verse One: Steele<br><br>Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session<br>Down in Bucktown it`s Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun<br>Pick up the pace cuz we`re right behind ya black<br>The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back<br>BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting<br>Cops heard the shots, shit`s hot cuz they`re pursuing<br>But it`s my stomping groung where herds get blown down<br>Think I`m gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown<br>Check the drums of death as I break what`s left<br>of your face, cuz you`re sellin out the rap race<br>Your family cried as your body lies in it`s casket<br>I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket<br>Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks<br>And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock<br>Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies<br>The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy<br>What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin<br>Before you`re face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun<br><br>Chorus: repeat 4X<br><br>Load the clip, bust lead to the head<br>The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead<br><br>Verse Two: Buckshot<br><br>Real niggaz represent and don`t die<br>Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply<br>I puff a mad bag of buddha<br>Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"<br>I`m bustin niggaz with my six-shooter<br>I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches<br>Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches<br>What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker<br>Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya<br>If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked<br>Cuz I`m the Buck and I don`t give a fuck my dick you can suck<br>Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla<br>I`m small but strong like that fucking gorilla<br>A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map<br>I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I`m all that<br>I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty<br>I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three: Tek<br><br>Ahh shit, a personality split<br>And I`m bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit<br>A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse<br>I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?<br>Another boom blew up the scene<br>throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team<br>G want a clip thinkin I`m takin this the underground moves<br>There ain`t no more fakin if you`re fakin I`m bakin it<br>Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown<br>Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now<br>Damn, just when you thought it was safe<br>to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face<br>Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it`s on for real<br>so I pack more steel lookin for the kill<br>Hope you`re not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread`ll<br>pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said<br><br>Chorus