CMG (CUSTOM MADE GANGSTAS) - When Da Smoke Clear lyrics

rate me

[Hook x2:]

I'ma shatter niggaz 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 niggaz, 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 shit on niggaz 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 fuck 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 nigga 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 nigga

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

Shit, cause that'll be a whole 'nother massacre

Like David Caress' shit, 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 niggaz is still breathing

And you and your niggaz, 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 niggaz 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 niggaz it's going down

Bullets at your grill, rain hard and heavily

Your click talk shit, now they all in jeopardy

Hate and animosity, I'm filled with anger

Sneak up on you niggaz, 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 niggaz it's no way

And don't make me have to trip, like Kyle Sose

[Hook x2]