Smif-N-Wessun

Smif-N-Wessun - Hellucination lyrics

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[Tek] (Steele)

Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough

Strobe light affect, everything's movin slow

Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home

Stagger to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk

(Aiyo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition

There's money to bait and I'm in the mood to go fishing)

Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass

My habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash

(Do what you gotta do, cuz I'm on my way in the car

Cuz when I get there, yo we outie like Tamar) Right right easy

(Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I heard about

Gotta make sure everything secure

Can't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands

The man's out heavy today

I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)

Damn, I'm ready, high noon, the man's out

Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce

Grabbed a fatigue, strapped out the generals

Proper attire for all criminals

Blazed up the clip, loads up the 4/5th

If a boy riff, leave a body their stiff

Who dem man there gon rap on my door

Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (Yo it's me)

Who that (ST, what up) Aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety

(Aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets

Twist up some trees before we jet)

True, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee

Even though you know it make our pockets go empty

(But no less about to starved into free men

So whenever we finish we gon bag up this spinach)

Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1

The dred around the corner, just try to blast Ruck and dunn

(I knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid

Forget about the dough, let's do it

I see you already strapped pa, so I'll meet you

outside, cuz my gats back in the car

How far must one go

before he throw his whole entire life right out the window)

(talking)

[Tek] (Steele)

And a dead boy, and I don't even know

(Aiyo he looks like the dred, that hooked us up on the low)

What you say fly?

(Thinkin out loud, just caught me in the zone

I'll tell you all about it on the way home)

Whatever, I'mma send this nigga to his essence

Fuckin wit the family, know he gotta learn a lesson

And you know he ain't yardy right

Some boy gon get dead tonight

As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from cannabis

Niggas bout to get scandalous

(arguing and gunshots)

[Steele]

Gotta be gon the double, I think I seen them all tumble

But on the left there's trouble

Undercover had to spill staked out

Watchin the whole thing go down, yo it's time to brake out

The 4/5th as I shift and drive

Cuz every mind right here might not leave alive

[Tek]

Son why you stallin? Hop on the ballin

Get us outta here before we be the next fallin

Right now, this whole shit is bug, we the thugs

Yet the beast comin up showin niggas love

Took our burners, gave us dap, let us bounce

Now it's back to the dog house, to smoke the next ounce

(talking)

[Steele]

Who could believe them beats left us alone

And took the chrome that's in one of our own back home

And not only that kid, check

How money that we just did, was that connect

For the cash, them pigs must of had dips for the stash

That ain't that some shit for ya ass

[Tek]

Troops say, ya never liked this pretty ass anyway

But that shit wit the pigs CO-made my day

Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast

Even watched out for the ones so called the beast

But anyway, you know we high right now

Doin it like this, the original crook style

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