Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Shit, artist - Smif-N-Wessun.
Date of issue: 07.04.2014
Song language: English
Next Shit |
Blaka! |
That’s my alarm clock a-shot |
Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock |
Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team |
Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean |
Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind |
Pullin off things wit his partners in crime |
Not a care in the world, he’s seen plenty sniff riders |
Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties |
Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth |
His right hands man, on his side, to the left |
Never leave the drink without packin the burner |
Got the streets smart, seen for killin be murdered |
It’s, no relaxin, just taxin |
Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and |
Supportin habits is gettin too hectic |
Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit |
(talking on phone) |
Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes and ways |
That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays |
I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain |
Or flip and di-shift to the fast lane? |
We got a mind, but it takes dough to make bread |
We workin wit cement try to make bricks |
Time to make a call and get on the ball |
(Can't front G cuz we won’t be ones to take a fall) |
Heads recognize me, so they might supply me |
But if they try me, that wouldn’t surprise me |
But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin |
Me, hopin, we won’t survive, whatever |
We can do this for worse or for better |
Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together |
So, knowin we can’t avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gon do |
To set this shit straight |
And that’s word to my breadwin Madman |
Give the left hand, and in response, say hello to my Timberland |
Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up |
Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up |
Boot Camp Clik sick entire loose click |
Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit |
(talking) |
Big up original crooks from the side of the earth |
Where you take all your stakes for what it’s worth |
We represent the hearts of the criminilistic, |
flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit |
Fucked up before shit, let’s get wit the now |
Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background |
If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow |
Step to my biz like so, |
when I show individuals skills on the battle field |
Any muffie test, see we out for call |