[Steele]
Before I lay my head down ta rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice
They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front shit
Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way
Kill the he say she say check what we say
[Tek]
I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its dead ya get
Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room
Death fills the air along with the scent of boom
Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here
Chorus: repeat 2X
[Rock] Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime
[Steele] Wontime
[Rock] Won rhyme for the heads doin time
[Steele] Wontime
[Rock] Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime
[Steele] Wontime
[Rock] Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind
[Steele]
Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate
Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate
New plates same faces from the last joint
Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point
In the parallel cell mad niggas flip
Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity
keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya back shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs
Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear
[Tek]
Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.
Cause I knew the bi
