Before I lay my head down ta rest
 I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
 The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice
 They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted
 I put up with none of them punks who front shit
 Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
 Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way
 Kill the he say she say check what we say

 [Tek]
 I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
 Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter
 Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck
 You let info slip out so its dead ya get
 Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room
 Death fills the air along with the scent of boom
 Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
 Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 [Rock] Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime
 [Steele] Wontime
 [Rock] Won rhyme for the heads doin time
 [Steele] Wontime
 [Rock] Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime
 [Steele] Wontime
 [Rock] Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind

 [Steele]
 Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate
 Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate
 New plates same faces from the last joint
 Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point
 In the parallel cell mad niggas flip
 Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped
 Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity
 keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
 (Watch ya back shorty!)
 Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs
 Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear

 [Tek]
 Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.
 Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo
 Now behind bars where scars come in pairs
 Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here
 Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary
 Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry
 Another straight up "No" comin from the board
 Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward
 Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank
 Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank

 Chorus

 [Steele]
 Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right
 but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight
 I got one in store for hardcore fanatics
 Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics
 Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up
 I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up

 [Tek]
 Word Life my semi-automatic
 and static smokin lyes more than a habit
 and our victims die tragic
 We stalk around like the beast out for prey
 Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day
 Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers
 Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us

 [Steele]
 Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep
 And my fleet packs heat
 Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps
 I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine
 Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line
 I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me
 And my Brethren D to the O-G

 [Tek]
 See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot
 In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block
 If you dont know me dont even come in my circle
 Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you
 Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine
 As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind

 Chorus