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Spliff N Wessun

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Lyrics
It go stop with the bullshit

Playing game niggaz hopskotch when the tool click

Don't make me pop ya

Ya black eye and blue b***h Frank Sinatra

You see SP you'll be thinking rasta

Think it's peace & love but I think to drop ya

Think gangsta rappers got ya thinking mobster

It's a fact you're and act or think you Oscar's no

That's when I slap this jerk

Tell your Jesus piece send him back to Catholic church

Niggaz actin' like my motherf**kin' gat don't work

Til you hit and then collapse in the dirt I'm screamin' that you hurt

Motherf**kin' right that shit hurt

Niggaz play tackle football with a plastic Nerf

Bitches with dreadlocks and drinks in the back

Suck d**k plus we make biscuits from scratch

Niggaz dial 9-11

I told the Smif Wess one nine one-one

Forty five's and P2 29's

Storyline it begins once upon a crime

Rustee Juxx in the gutter like stash crack

Any block any b***h I'ma smash that

Aiyo f**k force 1's rip stone in they goretex

Blaze up fools you walk me through a vortex

Size 3 Brooklyn playalistic

Mossberg music duke don't get it twisted

Aiyo I shine you shine)

In this day of time we pop off ya head with the nine)

Nah we not soft go head with the lies

Duke you a knockoff ya plans and designs is

Off the table I'm dead broke n***a they cuttin' off my cable

The criminal of the year yea I'm back to rob

So take ya shine off when you see me on the job

Do to the mac I'm strapped ready to clap

React stop runnin' ya yap and runnin' ya stack

Sure carryin' top and blue gems

Flash you in ya Benz for stoppin' gold rims

Pumpin' on the block through rocks that glow stim

And I'm rollin' on 10 the size of my Timbs

Let me get a turkey sandwich and a bottle of juice please

A dollar change left f**k it give me two loosies

We ain't got no track

Three songs one session it's a kind ol' rap

Still rip a n***a ass raw rap on the red

Catch me in the weed spot triggin' on the dred

See me in the flesh real liftin' ya chain

Only feel is the flame fifth in ya frame

In the cut wit ya b***h feelin' up on her butt and her tits

You wanna f**k but she can start suckin' his d**k

I got a click that move more crowds than Eric B

With a shotgun air ho tech and desert eag's