Gudda Chyld - Smoke 'Em Up (feat. BigDawgKee) Lyrics

(Huh)
Wazzam VL nigga? (Huh)
From the 13th to the 17th, nigga you know wazzam with it
Stop playin' (huh)

Boy I'm bout to catch a body, gon' be hard to patch him up (patch him up)
And I got a couple baddies, I'm about to set 'em up (set 'em up, huh)
These niggas on that opp shit, Lord, I gotta send 'em up (watch out, watch out)
And I got a couple options, automatics, double up (ahuh)

Where you from? Where I'm from
Only hard niggas live where I'm from Where I'm from
Only real niggas live where I'm from, where I'm from
We gon' turn this big dawg into a pack (huh)

And if ya crew come behind him (big dawg nigga)
You can get the whole package
Smoke 'em up
Glock lucky shootin' clovers, come through, I'm bumpin' Soulja (whoah)
They play and I'm a show 'em, pulled up, now he rolled over (he rolled over)
One truck, four doors open (huh)
Passed through, know we was scopin'

It's hot them people circlin', your block come through, we purgin'
And you can't slide off emotion
It gotta make sense
Nigga took your dog, boy, you better spin that f*ckin' bin
If it ain't for you, stay inside, drop a bag, we take his friend (ahuh-ahuh)

Nigga reppin' like he steppin', pussy nigga represent
Trell, Rese, Siah potna
No f*ck that, I'm a brother (ona real) Come through with dirty kuttas
F*ck that, I'm like no other, you on my trail, potna?
Well come, do your thing, the gram is not the streets
Bitch, we can meet and bang, bitch

Boy I'm bout to catch a body, gon' be hard to patch him up (patch him up)
And I got a couple baddies, I'm about to set 'em up (set 'em up, huh)
These niggas on that opp shit, Lord, I gotta send 'em up (watch out, watch out)
And I got a couple options, automatics, double up (ahuh)

Where you from? Where I'm from
Only hard niggas live where I'm from Where I'm from
Only real niggas live where I'm from, where I'm from
We gon' turn this big dawg into a pack (huh)

And if ya crew come behind him (big dawg nigga)
You can get the whole package
Smoke 'em up

Smoke sum
I got army guns, you tryin' to match?

You niggas couldn't spin a fidget, show you how to double back
Niggas tryin' to up the score, body count, gettin' mad max
Boy you niggas tore, I call a blitz for show, you gettin' sacked
Uptown niggas got artillery, just for show, ya heard me (ahuh)
Ridin' with them filthy bitches
Chef and Downman type of dirty, bitch (bitch)
Hoes know me as Gudda
Trust 'em with no governments
Elmer Fudd, with this pump
Now you Daffy-Duckin' shit (no huh)
Dread heads in the lobby

I ain't thinkin' with my dick (na-uh) now my G-Nikes
Steppin' over bodies, turned to red bottoms quick
Slidin' in his baby momma's whip, dumpin' like Rodney, bitch
My young bulls always seein' red like Jordan in his prime lil' bitch

Boy I'm bout to catch a body, gon' be hard to patch him up (patch him up)
And I got a couple baddies, I'm about to set 'em up (set 'em up, huh)
These niggas on that opp shit, Lord, I gotta send 'em up (watch out, watch out)
And I got a couple options, automatics, double up (ahuh)

Where you from? Where I'm from
Only hard niggas live where I'm from Where I'm from
Only real niggas live where I'm from, where I'm from
We gon' turn this big dawg into a pack (huh)

And if ya crew come behind him (big dawg nigga)
You can get the whole package
Smoke 'em up

We smokin' shit up, nigga
From Gert Town, nigga, to VL

Money$ide and MurdaSide, nigga
Free B. Gizzle, nigga
Stop playin', rest VL Mike (free C. son)
Free C.