Sean Price, Ruste Juxx - Spliff-N-Wessun lyrics
[Sean Price, Ruste Juxx - Spliff-N-Wessun lyrics]
Yeah, Sean P nahmean? On Kingston Ave
With Crown Heights' best MC
You know, Ruste Juxx
Haha, yeah, check it out ayo, ayo, listen
It go stop with the bullshit
Playing game niggas hopscotch when
The tool click don't make me pop ya
Ya black eye blue bitch, Frank Sinatra
You see ST and you be thinking rasta
Think it's peace and love but
I think he'll drop ya
Fake gangsta rappers got you thinkin' mobster
It's a fact you an actor, thinking Oscars, yo
That's when I slap this jerk
Take his Jesus piece
Send him back to Catholic church
Niggas actin' like my motherfuckin'
Gat don't work
'Til you hit and then collapse
In the dirt and screamin', "That shit hurt"
Motherfuckin' right, that shit hurt
Niggas play tackle football with
A plastic Nerf
Bitches with dreadlocks and drapes
On they back suck dick
Plus they make biscuit's from scratch
Yo, yo, yo niggas dial 9-1-1
I tote a Smith Wess 1-9-9-1 45s and P229's
Storyline, it begins once upon a crime
Rustee Juxx in the gutter like stashed crack
Any block, any bitch, I'ma smash that
Yo, yo, ayo fuck Force 1s
Juxx stomping in Gore Tex
Blaze up crucial, warp me through a vortex
Side street, Brooklyn playa-listic
Mossberg music, duke, don't get it twisted
Ah, vainglorious
This is protected by the B, the C, and the C
Sissies p
Yo, yo
Ayo I shine, you shine in this day in time
We pop off ya' head with the nine
Nah, we not soft, go 'head with the lies
Duke, you a knockoff
Ya thread and designs is off the table
I'm dead broke
Nigga - they cuttin' off my cable
The criminal of the year
Yeah I'm back to rob
So take ya shine off when you
See me on the job
Due to the MAC, I'm strapped, ready to clap
React, stop runnin' ya yap, and run ya stack
Jaw-carryin' chop and blow gems
Slash you in ya Benz with stop-and-go rims
Pumpin' on the block
Them rocks that glow stems
And I'm rollin' on 10s the size of my Timbs
Let me get a turkey sandwich and
A bottle of juice, please
A dollar change left? Fuck it
Give me two loosies we ain't got no trap
Three songs, one session, it's econo rap
Spit, rip a nigga ass, raw rap on the reg'
Catch me in the weed spot
Clicking on the dread
See me in the flesh, real liftin' ya chain
All you feel is the flame, fifth in ya frame
In the cut wit' ya bitch
Feelin' up on her butt and her tit's
She wanna fuck but she can
Start suckin' this dick
I got a clique that move
More crowds than Eric B
With a shotgun, air hole TEC and Desert Eag'
With Crown Heights' best MC
You know, Ruste Juxx
Haha, yeah, check it out ayo, ayo, listen
It go stop with the bullshit
Playing game niggas hopscotch when
The tool click don't make me pop ya
Ya black eye blue bitch, Frank Sinatra
You see ST and you be thinking rasta
Think it's peace and love but
I think he'll drop ya
Fake gangsta rappers got you thinkin' mobster
It's a fact you an actor, thinking Oscars, yo
That's when I slap this jerk
Take his Jesus piece
Send him back to Catholic church
Niggas actin' like my motherfuckin'
Gat don't work
'Til you hit and then collapse
In the dirt and screamin', "That shit hurt"
Motherfuckin' right, that shit hurt
Niggas play tackle football with
A plastic Nerf
Bitches with dreadlocks and drapes
On they back suck dick
Plus they make biscuit's from scratch
Yo, yo, yo niggas dial 9-1-1
I tote a Smith Wess 1-9-9-1 45s and P229's
Storyline, it begins once upon a crime
Rustee Juxx in the gutter like stashed crack
Any block, any bitch, I'ma smash that
Yo, yo, ayo fuck Force 1s
Juxx stomping in Gore Tex
Blaze up crucial, warp me through a vortex
Side street, Brooklyn playa-listic
Mossberg music, duke, don't get it twisted
Ah, vainglorious
This is protected by the B, the C, and the C
Sissies p
Yo, yo
Ayo I shine, you shine in this day in time
We pop off ya' head with the nine
Nah, we not soft, go 'head with the lies
Duke, you a knockoff
Ya thread and designs is off the table
I'm dead broke
Nigga - they cuttin' off my cable
The criminal of the year
Yeah I'm back to rob
So take ya shine off when you
See me on the job
Due to the MAC, I'm strapped, ready to clap
React, stop runnin' ya yap, and run ya stack
Jaw-carryin' chop and blow gems
Slash you in ya Benz with stop-and-go rims
Pumpin' on the block
Them rocks that glow stems
And I'm rollin' on 10s the size of my Timbs
Let me get a turkey sandwich and
A bottle of juice, please
A dollar change left? Fuck it
Give me two loosies we ain't got no trap
Three songs, one session, it's econo rap
Spit, rip a nigga ass, raw rap on the reg'
Catch me in the weed spot
Clicking on the dread
See me in the flesh, real liftin' ya chain
All you feel is the flame, fifth in ya frame
In the cut wit' ya bitch
Feelin' up on her butt and her tit's
She wanna fuck but she can
Start suckin' this dick
I got a clique that move
More crowds than Eric B
With a shotgun, air hole TEC and Desert Eag'