Freddie Jackson - Smith Bros. lyrics

rate me

[Intro: Raekwon]

Take it back 1993, '94 or something

Yeah, runnin' through the stairs and shit

Trynna to get to the roof

Narcotos is on, some other shit

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]

My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates

We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo

Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from

Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing

[Raekwon]

Corner filled chains and Gucci glasses

The was the era when we flipped all the shh, on the store, splashed it

Had Dominicans runnin' and eatin' steak and cheese sandwiches

They in the back, braggin', the fifth slut

Fuckin' with a few niggas nieces, take it back when we would

Rock for a leases and stand on the speakers

I got the shit locked, I'll battle you, you, you and your whole gridlocked

Little shit, supported the beef

Fly Pierre couldn't tell me nothin' with a brand new beard

Couldn't wait, but kept survivin' the years

We sold crack daily, crack mad bailey's, crack faces and skulls

Sit back, watchin' the mack, twist carefully

It was them horrifyin' times, spit dimes

Police sneak up, I hope he know the time, get mine

Just livin' the ghettos, where we suppose stand loyal

But the game'll get you trapped when it's time, yo

[Chorus 2X]

[Raekwon]

The year's 1990, everybody grimey

Crack was what's in it, the vehicles was 1-90's

Young shorties be gettin' their bread, haunted by Jamaicans

Them niggas had their corners on red

Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars

Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin' cigars

Smokin' through Queens, bitches stealin' Guess jeans

Get the scope on our stars, little did we know, we folow they dreams

Now we get around in live limosines, flash stacks in cuisines

Combat, get to smackin' the fiends, just max for a minute and lean

All the shit for the moment, slick omens, my opponents would scheme

We were shot downtown, hit trains, buy cables and remain

The illest villains, walkin' in spots

Playin' the corners, baby, vision or not

Said yo, and when it's on, we gon' rep and rock, nobody call the cops

[Chorus 2X]

[Raekwon]

Where all the major swingers, yo

Where all the live fresh, came home, up state livin' fly rangers

We rep them niggas and we love 'em

Sons, we hug 'em, they make it home and be gone in a week

That's some letters, all my niggas live together

Baby yellin' whatever, we all write in hands, nothin' but creeps

Hold me down, love, I'll hold you fatter

Watch me catch both of these actors, it's Ice Water throwin' hits in the cling

Bloodhounds is on you, goons is beamin'

Take it to the team to team, plot thing, blew you a bean

It's just a young poor hustlers thing

But your gun got a ring, if you gonna live like a young kid

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Raekwon]

Too all them killas and the bank robbers

This is another, another, Smith Bros. production

Production, it's Lex Diamonds, muthafucka

You know what time it is