Smothered Mate Lyrics - Singles - Gza

Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns 

His autobiography had came to an end 

With the final chapter written in blood upon a skin 

From snakes, that was dirty as rodents 

Therefore to a starving one, the call for hunger is potent 

Some kids at a young age, their skull is fractured 

Their mind store the sickest images ever captured 

They draw pistols to resolve issues 

To give 'em a sense of closure to expose the brain tissue 

The shells was evidence of a violent event 

That left a young dealer bent from a hundred rounds spent 

The lifestyle is a thousand miles from a minister 

A small con game with something far more sinister 

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Peer pressure got him moving faster 

A paradise of mutation open the gates of disaster 

And murder is not the only cold blooded crime 

You got fiends that'll torture the teens to get a dime 

Empty ya pockets nigga and don't move 

You react any other way and they'll prove 

'Cuz they ain't got a problem with laying ya ass out 

Or putting in work so you can see what it's about 

Money got the flow, nigga and don't stop 

Whether drugs or a hoe, nigga, stay on top 

'Cuz they don't have a problem with running up in ya house 

And burning it to the ground after the shit is doused 

I told him to save his breathe 

'Cuz he hovered on the brink of death 

He wasn't living right before he left 

His life took an unexpected turn 

For those who walked that path, here's a lesson to learn 

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Coming from a nesting ground of those on the growl 

In a state of darkness, menacing on the prowl 

Local rivals and known competitors 

Who try to stay clear from the spying eyes of predators 

On the hunt, they constantly taught persistence 

Those with less heart keep a respectful distance 

The prey know it's too hot to lay in the street 

They find shaded areas a few feet from the heat 

'Cuz if not, then, it will be costing one 

Who will soon evaporate under a scorching sun 

'Cuz when the drought is on, it's little left 

Then what lies ahead, dehydration and eventual death 

Empty ya pockets nigga and don't move 

You react any other way and they'll prove 

'Cuz they ain't got a problem with laying ya ass out 

Or putting in work so you can see what it's about 

Money got the flow nigga and don't stop 

Whether drugs or a hoe, nigga, stay on top 

'Cuz they don't have a problem with running up in ya house 

And burning it to the ground after the shit is doused 

We doing music from the heart 

And not from the charts