[Steele]
Before I lay my head down to rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess to relieve the stress
The herb and the calisthenics do a n***a justice
They fake cause some are slick and can't be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front sh**
Even though some I used to run with and smoke blunts with
f** the foreplay let's do sh** the raw way
k** a he say-she say, check what we say
[Tek]
I'm dwelling in the cellar with my n***as Heltah Skeltah
Loading up the clips with lyrics, punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for your neck
You let info slip out so its dead you get
There's the Black Moon we creeping up in your room
d**h fills the air along with the scent of boom
Open your eyes motherf**ers and greet your fears
Off with the head of a snitch and he's outta here
Chorus: repeat 2X
[Rock] One rhyme for the snitch dropping dime
[Ruck] One time!
[Rock] One rhyme for the heads doing time
[Steele] One time!
[Rock] One rhyme for the crooks committing crime
[Steele] One time!
[Rock] One time for your motherf**ing mind
[Steele]
Sitting in the pens with my back against the gate
Hot as a f** can't wait to get that bus heading upstate
New plate, same faces from the last joint
Got my banger so when danger come I'll be on point
In the parallel cell mad n***as flip
Cause some big bear doing dip just got his a** ripped
Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity
Keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
Ready to thump with any chump with ideas
Nobody move, nobody gets blown from ears to rear
[Tek]
Thinking of a way to get even with my P.O
Cause I knew the b**h dicked a n***a on the D-Low
Now behind bars where scars come in pairs
Trooping with my blowers 'case them n***as try to bring it here
Flipping on the b**h a** who got cash and commissary
Cause I ain't going home till never worry
Another straight up "No" coming from the board
Keep my anger hid until I'm back up in the ward
n***as know whats the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on, s**er-type, grab your shanks
Chorus
[Steele]
Well I was taught two wrongs don't make a right
But me and Ripper been real tight for a while and everything's aight
I got one in store for hardcore fanatics
Banging from basement to attic for static if you got dramatics
Who's the next up for heads up? When my lead's used up
I'll get my baseball bat and you'll get bruised up
[Tek]
Word Life my semi-automatic end static
Smoking lye's more than a habit
And our victims die tragic
We stalk around like the beast out for prey
Packing the ammo pulling more juks by the day
Taking loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers
Boot Camp's on the map and ain't no way that you can stop us
[Steele]
Get out my way n***a, I'm coming through deep
And my fleet packs heat
Ain't nothing sweet, we play for keeps
I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine
Gots to get mine cause my life's on the line
I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper roll with me
And my bred-dread D to the O-G
[Tek]
See we be hitting up boom spots a lot
In the cypher getting high with the hoods on the block
If you don't know we, don't even come in my circle
f** around and get me vexed and I'mma hurt you
Bumba clot rudeboy, lick off your nine
As we hit you one time for you f**ing mind
Chorus