Custom Made Gangstas - When Da Smoke Clear lyrics

[Hook x2:] I'ma shatter n***az world, if they come my way Then confess it at the gate, when it's Judgment Day If I walk with the Lord, there's no man I fear I'll be the last one standing, when the smoke is clear [Lil' Keke:] Hush it up mark n***az, I'm the chosen one 'Fore I po' you punks out, like a bottle of rum And my soundscan pull up, from here to the East Boost your game up rookies, I'm a lyrical beast I'm a wolf you a sheep, and it's time I feast And I'm hungry like a dog, that be showing his teeth I'ma squash all beef, when the album drop I'ma sh** on n***az heads, when I'm back on top If these so called gangstas, wanna turn it to violence Then God bless his soul, with a moment of silence C.M.G. shoot first, make the pack divide Front porch backyard, I'm still (by your side) Don't f** with Young Don, cause it's consequences And you first on the field, but you die in the trenches It's a grave or a sentence, it is what it is This my street testimony, I've been waiting for years [Hook x2] [Lil' C:] I mash in the hemi, two semi-automatics with me Don't get it twisted at all, Lil' C is not friendly Bring any n***a you wanna bring, put him up against me He might be bigger, but you ain't gon wanna see the ending I fear no man, that mean nan n***a So when the drama come, I don't shake I don't shiver I don't cry about it, I just do my job I'm married to the mob, if it's easy or it's hard You don't wanna see a man, of my caliber Get red hot, and go to shooting like Gallagher sh**, cause that'll be a whole 'nother ma**acre Like David Caress' sh**, burning your flesh I promise you don't wanna test, I got the Lord and a vest To handle the stress, I'm smoking on canibus best So when the smoke clear, me and my n***az is still breathing And you and your n***az, is just bleeding [Hook x2] [Lil' Keke:] All black ski mask, with the gats to match Automatic M-5, knock a do' off the latch I'ma let you n***az talk, while the currency build Trying to make a half a mill, 'fore I sign a deal Put the fam out of town, hundred K in the ground Put your working boots on, my n***az it's going down Bullets at your grill, rain hard and heavily Your click talk sh**, now they all in jeopardy Hate and animosity, I'm filled with anger Sneak up on you n***az, like the perfect stranger Calm under pressure, and my click don't rattle And I never lay it down, in the heat of the battle I'm a soldier, ten toes down up in the mud This guerilla warfare, can you taste the blood Will the Don fold up, my n***az it's no way And don't make me have to trip, like Kyle Sose [Hook x2]