Black Moon and Smif-N-Wessun - Black Smif-N-Wessun Lyrics

Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun

Here we go, break of day, with a mad lye session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace 'cause 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, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I break what's left
Of your face, 'cause you're sellin' out the rap race
Your family cried as your body lies in its casket
I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my Polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun

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

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

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

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

Real niggas represent and don't die
Never dead like I said all we f*ckin do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggas be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin' niggas with my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even f*cked-up black Zulu bitches
What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya
If you'se a bigger nigga bigger niggas get bucked
'Cause I'm the Buck and I don't give a f*ck my dick you can suck
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla
I'm small but I'm strong like ten f*cking gorillas
A crazy-ass nigga puttin' Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a f*ck, I never give a f*ck, 'cause I'm all that
I take no shit see, givin' the Buck fifty
I even blew your bitch 'cause your man tried to stick me

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

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

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

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

Ahh shit, a personality split
And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
A little bad-ass 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 thinkin' of bakin' it
Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin' a f*ck now
Damn, 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, 'cause the dread'll
Pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said

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

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

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

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