Wontime Lyrics - Singles - Smif-n-wessun

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 

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(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 

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(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