Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cession At Da Doghillee, artist - Smif-N-Wessun. Album song Dah Shinin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
Cession At Da Doghillee |
I flow fluidly, though I be the being of your bee’s wax |
Ease back, fo’I squeeze that |
We don’t need that, do we, do we? |
Rap style, groupie, a dog like Tin, that’s why you scared to step to me Do we, have to result in fisticuffs? |
See I get swifter myself, that’s when the Ruck erupts |
So think not, of what I am, and what I do Just recognize in the murder mic, I rule |
How many corny MC gon’try? |
Fifty mc, forty of dem done die |
Run wit Heltah Skeltah, through the realms of the dark |
If a nigga rift, then I’mma let the 4−4 bark |
Everybody knows, where my notty head grows |
I turn into a lethal weapon, and start steppin on toes |
I, waste no time, when I move mine |
Grab my glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I was code nine |
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp? |
Boot Camp, survivin the preview and |
Fuck wit my Bucktown group |
And in the night, the night, who roll the tight |
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp? |
Boot Camp, survivin the preview and |
Comin through, representin Boot Camp Clik |
In the night, who roll tight |
Wack MC’s, have best to beware |
That I fears no fears, and that’s word to my dry tear |
I brake ya whole fuckin crew in half |
Feel the wrath, as the Gunn Clappaz clap that ass |
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color blind |
Signed on the dotted line, it’s how I live my lifetime |
Reality hit me at some degrees |
Now my eyes bleed (why?) Because I just smoked a bag of weed |
Bringin forth Heltah Skeltah, be the big Rock, God help ya I beat more ass, then Mom dukes leather belt |
I gets open like doors when I be droopin |
Trademark be bootin, baggin pants roopin |
Hoopin and hollerin, nigga shut ya mug |
Cuz I might have ya swallowin, a whole bunch of slugs |
Cuz I’m bugged and my dome piece, roam in the streets |
Wit my chrome, I’mma blast it, my caps magic, I get that ass quick |
Nuff men a die, nuff men a come try |
To test the worry, I me no know why |
A new breed of conquerors is on the rise |
Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes |
From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da Clappaz |
Smif-N-Wessun comin thru stompin out all you wack rappers |
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy head fed |
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed like your man bled |
We gettin twisted as our Timb’s cover pavement |
Flowin state to state, pickin up the next payment |
Yo thoughts smell, violator to the left |
Four slugs hit them chest, no more, no less |
So think about it, abort your mission, it’s impossible |
Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the hospital |
You silly wabbit, Trix/tricks are for kids, don’t you know that? |
Fuck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig pushed back |
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp? |
Boot Camp, survivin the preview and |
Comin through, representin Boot Camp Clik |
In the night, who roll tight |
I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville |
Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G |
Some of ya niggas be tryin to pull the trigga |
But I figure, I could bust that ass just a little quicker |
Time to catch Wreck, and back to the set |
Where all them rules, them cock in check |
All up in ya muthafuckin grill, I be Steele |
Comin through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon you keep it real |
If not, I’m blowin spots, on whoever be showin glocks |
And what nots, walkin around fakin mad rocks |
The only Rock I know is B.I.G., wakin up and I double |
G-H, wit that nigga R-U-C-K |
Better be ready to be jetty if you petty |
Cuz if it wasn’t already said, we dangerous and deadly |
You better recognize or recollect, I reck a set wit a Tek, and we askin, we blastin |
Now from this you might think the Steele is trife |
I earn my strife, cuz I deal wit the real in life |
And I reveal my knife, to cut you loose |
I’m not ruthless, but you get the boots if you useless |
Cuz, time upon time, I find |
If you remain blind, you get left behind |
But we, see very clearly, so step up to the front |
Cuz this is where we, represent on the lovely |
For you and get praise due to the father above me Cuz we ain’t here to attack, or, when we take the backs off |
The wack rappers that jack off |
That’s all that’s it, strictly the bumpin shit |
Niggas don’t even know what they fuckin wit |