ILL BILL, Nems - Smarten Up lyrics

We back thought it was over stupid? Never
Twinning ha ha ha, braaa
You're always fuckin' late
You'll be late for your own fuckin' funeral

King of the projects
(King) , she pulled the walls down (Ya)
His crib was both apartments
(Both apartments) double livin' rooms
The shotty under both couches (Big money)
Schwarzenegger endeavor
Set you crazy forever (Just get it)
A studded glove
Made of mediterranean leather (Whoo)
Bitches in every bed (Evеry bed)
Incidents involvin' sister wivеs
And kitchen knives, it's live
Get your bitch in line (Bitch)
Make a shiv outta nothin' like a savage does
Welcome to the biggest Bing-Bong
Bing stab 'em up (Bing-Bong)
When guns blast, blood splash ass to front
(Braaa)
The plug had a mustache like Cap'n Crunch
(Cap'n Crunch) joe Pesci Probador (Oh)
El Mágico (Ya) with the cowboy hat like
Pablo wore (No vibes) speak across
Between coca products and tokenomics (Ya)
So bionic
It's ultrasonic how I smoke the chronic
Pistolero, call me Billy Bolero (ILL BILL)
Barrel wrapped in aluminium foil
Like a meatball hero (Oh)

You better smarten up
(Ya) , what you know is not enough
Bottom up, saw the shotty in half
We shot 'em up you best smarten up
What you know is not enough (Not enough)
Load 'em up for the body you left
You outta luck (Ha ha ha)
You best smarten up, what you know
(Ya) is not enough
Bottom up, saw the shotty in half
We shot 'em up (Pow)
You best smarten up
What you know is not enough
Load 'em up for the body you left
You outta luck (You outta luck)

Fuckin' shittin' me
(yeah) , we back (Uh, huh)
Big Brooklyn shit ya heard (Big Brooklyn)
Gorilla Twinsitos, Bing-Bong yo, yo, yo

Don't ever end your life, disrespectin'
(Ya heard) i'm on Jamaica Bay gettin'
Brain, ridin' Jetski, ha
(Take that, take that)
Paper comin' hefty (Yup)
Keep my money in my right pocket
'cause the devil was a lefty
See, and if I was you, I wouldn't trust me
(Never)
Catholic school uniforms, I rocked a husky
(Yup) shawty you kinda dusty (Eww)
I know if we fuck that pussy musty
It must be (Nigga)
Huh, I know your mother, she a custy (Yup)
Gave her credit when she was sick
And now she love me (Cool that mama)
Now we gettin' awards and settin' up tours
My Avirex in '98 was better than yours
That's a factory
So get back and put the battery (Whoo)
Walkin' up and down Mermaid
Who wanna battle me? (Nigga)
Y'all know no rappers hard as us (Never)
Put the barrel to your forehead
You better smarten up (Braaa)
Know the fuckin' vibes, Gorilla Twins is back
Like we never left stupid, Brooklyn
Yo Bill, let's get it