Smoky Lah, me got flav  Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B's    Who wanna look like, wanna act like us  Wanna be like, roll the trees like us  Wanna talk like wanna walk like us  Wanna flip like get ripped like us  Wanna act like know you're black like us  Wanna flip like kick shit like us  Wanna bust like you ain't rough like us  Tek and Steele, Won on Won, Smoky Guns, what?    DING! That's the sound of the bell  "Oh shit!" is all you heard before you fell  to the canvas, all washed up like my dirty drawers  and pants get, try to challenge get damaged  Plain and simple, with bandages around your temple  Easily erased out the picture like pencil  Peeped me once, saw me again got your pistol  I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple    Son hold my A.V. let me rock this no-body  Comin out the closet tryin to stop my money?  Actin like you're sweet cause he ain't see me in the streets  Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet  You called me I was there on some Candyman shit  Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch  Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw  Walk away, parley in front of Achmed's store    We don't give a WHAT about you, tell them niggaz who sent you  Let em come, have em all open wide like dentals  Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you  If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to  Nigga I'd wish you'd, talk about runnin for guns  Get your Bankhead Bounce like insufficient funds  Left ass-out a home beggin like bums  Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs    I'm from N.Y.C.I.T.Y. stay high  Lazy eye ghetto celeb rap guy from Bed-Stuy  Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes  losing your attention taking up your time  I gets mine and breathe, bout it bout it like P  Too many wannabe me, wanna flow blow hold dough  like Smoky (Smoky Lah), fly across seas  blow shows for B.C.C. (knock you out), but you can't be  You heard me, you soft like porridge  You ain't gettin money and you have no courage  (Aiyyo son, let me at they ass son)    Introducing, the one who gets you bugged like a lucie  Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee  Try me, ready for those who wanna harm me  Don't toy with me, you wanna be all you can be, join the Army  I swarm like bees plus sting too, bring grooves  I blow em out like hankies (hachoo!) nab you like cops do    For the longest I've been waitin, to take it to these Jafaicans  Corner eyeballin on the moves that we was makin  Thinkin that we lost it cause our line was closed  Can't stop a hungry nigga with nuttin to live foe  I'ma see that dough, many hustlers I know  Three car longshark white chalk and celo    Yo, I think I'll take this time to remind you  not to sit by the line, test mine, CrimeStoppers won't find you  Before we come kickin your door to the floor  Throw you to the wall, making you our prisoner of war  Cut you too short to take walks with Tattoo  Attack you from your front open you back with my scalpel  Snatch two, niggaz from the crew if they got  anything to do with motherfuckers coming back to avenge you  I intend to, get down for my temple  Keep a strong mental when dealin with evils that men do  Them who, fail to comprehend I  Recommend you remember you're dealin with men who'll  send you - - off in a coffin  Cause far too often niggaz are gettin lost and it's costin  body parts, from anybody that starts  We play the hackers, takin rappers apart  Dissect em, from they rectum, to they necks  double check them make sure shit's correct then direct them  To the section, where the session's, in progression  Where you come to get blessed by Smif-N-Wessun    (various talk to outro)