Black Moon Black Smif-N-Wessun Lyrics

(feat. Smif-N-Wessun)

[Verse One: Steele]

Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting
Cops heard the shots, s___'s hot cuz they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a d___ clown
Check the drums of death as I break what's left
of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race
Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket
I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your b____ is a dime she can get the c___
Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What p____? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun

[Chorus: x4]

Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead

[Verse Two: Buckshot]

Real n____z represent and don't die
Never dead like I said all we f___in do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
n____z be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin n____z with my six-shooter
I get so much p____ my d___ be in stitches
Red-boned or even f___ed-up black Zulu b____es
What? This lil n____ is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya
If youse a bigger n____ bigger n____z get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a f___ my d___ you can suck
Buck is a killer, thrill a n____ like Manilla
I'm small but strong like that f___ing gorilla
A crazy-a__ n____ puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a f___, I never give a f___, cuz I'm all that
I take no s___ see, givin the Buck fifty
I even blew your b____ cuz your man tried to stick me

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Tek]

Ahh s___, a personality split
And I'm bout to flip with my n____ pull the trigger let the Glock spit
A little bad-a__ shorty with no remorse
I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?
Another boom blew up the scene
throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team
G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves
There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it
Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a f___ now
d___, just when you thought it was safe
to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
so I pack more steel lookin for the kill
Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said

[Chorus]