Smif-n-wessun - Wontime (Clean) lyrics

[Intro: Steele] There will always be non-believers, I'm sure For some, it'll only take one time Others it'll take much more Who knows what's in store? [Steele] Before I lay my head down to rest I hit the floor and do fifty reps for the heads that left See, equality does me justice Calisthenics keep me fit to deals with tricks who can't be trusted I can never put up with them who front And even though some I used to run with, they get done with Don't come with foreplay, cause we deal 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 the noose for your neck You let info slip out so it's dead you get There's the Black Moon, we creeping up in your room d**h fills the air along with the scent of (cough!) Open your eyes, violators, and greet your fear Off with the head of a snitch and he's outta here [Hook: Rock (Ruck)] One rhyme for the snitch dropping dime (One time!) One rhyme for the heads doing time (One time!) One rhyme for the crooks committing crime (One time!) One rhyme, one time for your mind! [Steele] Sitting in the pens with my back against the gate Watching these snakes as I await this next 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, who mad? Duke just been had By two little shorties who do dirt fast Juvies do be running 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] Looseys for sale, Two dollars, nothing below I'm back up in the joint, I've been remanded by my P.O Now behind bars where scars come in pairs Trooping with my blowers for the unknown that I face in here Flipping on the rich a** who got cash and commissary Cause I ain't going home 'til 'never worry' Another rejection letter from the head of chief Now that's beef, more weeks I won't see the streets Heads know what's the word cause the grill is blank Once again, it's on, s**er type, grab your shanks [Hook] [Steele] Well, I was taught two wrongs don't make a right But me and Ripper been real tight for a while an 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 leads used up I'll get my baseball bat and you'll get bruised up [Tek] Word life, we build on universal mathematics Don't deal with the Babbage that tightens up the cabbage We stalk around like the beast out for prey Packing the ammo, pulling more juks by the day Taking loot with 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! What? We 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] Se, we be hitting up the root spots a lot In the cypher getting right with the hoods on the block If you don't know we don't even come in our circle Mess around and get me vexed and I'mma hurt you Soldier boy, front line, one time As we hit you with a rhyme to elevate your mind [Hook x2]