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