Wontime

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

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

(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