Smokin'

(2 da gods, 2 da earth)
 (Pass Dat Shit Man)
 Now tell me what yall smokin'
 What kinda heat yall holdin'
 Well does ya creep move potan
 I got a bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
 I'll pass em to my niggas come on
 We by coastin'
 Keepin' our pockets bulgin'
 We got da plan in motion
 I got a bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
 I'll pass em to my niggas come on
 Zoom from outer space he comes
 Blunt in his mouth wit his hand on his gun
 Bitchs flappin they guns
 Though he be clappin' an shootin' guys
 Actor all movie star rapper revolution Nas
 What is his race, nation, or creed
 Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read
 Magazines say I walked on water
 Talked to da heavens
 Spit at judges
 Stepped on peasants
 But in reality I just entered ya galaxy
 September 73 up in these wild streets
 Fuckin' des wild freaks
 A hero my hoes
 An momasteek got me tarin' my close
 Now tell me what yall smokin'
 What kinda heat yall holdin'
 Well does ya creep move potain'
 I gotta bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
 I'll pass em to my niggas come one
 We by coastin'
 Keepin' our pockets bulgin'
 We got da plan in motion
 I got a bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
 I'll pass em to my niggas come on
 My niggas smoke wit one lung
 If he cough he might die pass em des tree's
 The liquor bottles almost empty
 We about to collide wit da emeny
 Only way you die is if it's ment to be
 Your fuckin' wit a general
 No discussion it's da principle
 We bustin' it's da end of you
 Now we knockin' on ya momma door
 Like we came to fix da sink
 My kinda war
 Death angel's commin for you
 Sprit horse runnin' from ya body like young guns 1 and 2
 Paramits fightin' for you
 Who's gonna win da hands of time or da hands of medicine
 Don't cry witness ya fate
 Dis is ya wait
 Walk by ya casket spin in ya face
 Into da fall dog
 The light is ya god
 An when ya gone all ya niggas gonna light it wit nas
 Now tell me what yall smokin'
 What kinda heat yall holdin'
 Now does your creep move potan'
 I gotta bunch of bullets an a bag on guns
 I'll pass em to my niggas come one
 We by coastin'
 Keepin' our pockets bulgin'
 We got da plan in motion
 I got a bunch of bullits an a bag of guns
 I'll pass em to my niggas come on
 Pardon but I got a question of life now
 Look at the nigga next to ya right now
 Is he real, fake or scared
 Do it like dis niggas right hands in da air
 Ball it into a fist an put it over your heart
 Now lets say it all together let the sermony start
 I shall stay real, true, stay holdin' figga's
 Neva put a bitch ova my nigga's
 I shall never cooperate wit da law
 Never snake me i'll always hold ya down in war
 If dey take one of mine
 I'll take one of there's
 I never break da oath to da death I sware
 I sware
 Dats how we plegalegance to da ilance
 Of under worlds, killas, n thugs
 Though the signs of a nigga are yet to be found
 So light up some green n pass it around
 Now tell me what yall smokin'
 What kinda heat yall holdin'
 Well does ya creep move potan
 I gotta bunch of bullits n a bag of guns
 I'll pass em to my nigga's come on
 We by coastin
 Keepin' our pockets bulgin'
 We got da plan in motion
 I gotta bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
 I'll pass em to my niggas come on
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