Statik Selektah, DOM KENNEDY, Baby D, Strong Arm Steady - Smoke On lyrics

Wolves out, baby

My barrel lean like therazine
Dream like raven king, cream like Medaheem
Cartel spark, well yard in the mezzanine
Swimming at the shark boll
Shark boll – guillotine
Hundred on the dark boards
Go up on the big machine
Blowin at your entourage
Whole squad been verines
Camouflage dons spit's hella steam
Prophesize, we monopolize
Gotta get the green
Packs in my nap sack, roll up a swisha sweet
Light a spliff, life’s a bitch
Freakin off with the team
All the shit I seen probably
Probably should be dead now
Fuckin ZOMBiES smoke the bombast weed
To the head now

It’s the semi-auto blowin through yo audio
My niggas pressure you and leave
You in the pause mode
No movements, this reality music
The gun law is – if you
Got one you better use it
Bangin B convo, see yo way out
Before D jump over E and F U up like a G
So play silly, fill a 9 millie
Actin you bout this life, be for really
Face fightin, wanna stay up
Yall niggas kill me
Everything, 215, it’s Gucci Philly
It’s Louie loaf with the smoke to be exact
Camouflage Dons, ZOMBiES, Statik Selekt

Is it’s 10 shots, we blowin off limbs
No suplems, don’t get it twisted, we not them
It’s a new wave, NWA
Trick it how you want it and
It’s all I gotta say

The fame don’t change me
I still won’t fuck with you niggas
I still be on the streets
I still scream fuck religion
I ain’t scared of beef
Come beak and put on a skilly
To biggest, to non-existance so fuck
With my competition hoe, hold up
Both heads in competition
Your mortal visions, sacrilegious
Spittin vivid pictures
Smoking with the same niggas, Montana flow
Wired into white cope that shot
That kid on my block

I’m from a place where if we
Want it we take it gold teeth, two phones
Driving in the basement
Two freaks, one me, it’s threesomes in the AM
Takeaway for curve shit
Four blunts in one bag
Bodies in the basement, homicide cases
Prophesizing about multiplyin
Part like we acres
Hater you ain’t on like the Lakers
I know I’m wrong but we done for
Got the same shit
Smif-N Wessun, one bullet, you’ll pick
3rd leg, I be putting in your back
Rhyme like life after death, had a full disc
Rhyme like all eyes on me, times full of shit
Glock blaze, cheap pins
Smoking at the ball game
Sky bucks, up top only when the Knicks play
Smif-N Wessun fine and OG in the swift blade
Before you cross a day
Motherfucker look both ways

Motherfucker look both ways (both ways)
Motherfucker look both ways

Camouflage Dons camouflage Dons