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black moon - black smif-n-wessun كلمات الأغنية

(feat. smif-n-wessun)

(verse one: steele)

here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
down in bucktown it’s black moon, and smif-n-wessun
pick up the pace cuz we’re right behind ya black
the punk got x-amount of shots, take one to your back
boo-yaa-kaa! mr. ripper did the shooting
cops heard the shots, sh-t’s hot cuz they’re pursuing
but it’s my stomping groung where herds get blown down
think i’m gettin caught by beasts youse a d-mn clown
check the drums of death as i break what’s left
of your face, cuz you’re sellin out the rap race
your family cried as your body lies in it’s casket
i keep a black smith-and-wessun in my polo jacket
sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
and if your b-tch is a dime she can get the c-ck
straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
the vickster hit your pockets then i made your eyes puffy
what p-ssy? better drop your mic and get to steppin
before you’re face to face with a black smith-and-wessun

(chorus: x4)

load the clip, bust lead to the head
the nappy head dread, buckshot and baldhead

(verse two: buckshot)

real n-gg-z represent and don’t die
never dead like i said all we f-ckin do is multiply
i puff a mad bag of buddha
n-gg-z be like “yo who the shorty?”
i’m bustin n-gg-z with my six-shooter
i get so much p-ssy my d-ck be in st-tches
red-boned or even f-cked-up black zulu b-tches
what? this lil n-gg- is a mad stalker
brooklyn, new york will grab the leash around your neck and then i walk ya
if youse a bigger n-gg- bigger n-gg-z get bucked
cuz i’m the buck and i don’t give a f-ck my d-ck you can suck
buck is a killer, thrill a n-gg- like manilla
i’m small but strong like that f-cking gorilla
a crazy–ss n-gg- puttin brooklyn on the map
i never gave a f-ck, i never give a f-ck, cuz i’m all that
i take no sh-t see, givin the buck fifty
i even blew your b-tch cuz your man tried to stick me

(chorus)

(verse three: tek)

ahh sh-t, a personality split
and i’m bout to flip with my n-gg- pull the trigger let the glock spit
a little bad–ss shorty with no remorse
i kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?
another boom blew up the scene
throughout the planet, get green, now i got sticky mean with my tag team
g want a clip thinkin i’m takin this the underground moves
there ain’t no more fakin if you’re fakin i’m bakin it
straight up and down, nuff respect to bucktown
home of the chrome, where i roam, not givin a f-ck now
d-mn, just when you thought it was safe
to come out, with a rhyme, i got the nine to your face
boom, hooked up with black moon, now it’s on for real
so i pack more steel lookin for the kill
hope you’re not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread’ll
pump lead, from the black smith-and-wessun, nuff said

(chorus)

- black moon

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