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Smokin'

Bis-Mi-Allah a-Rahman a-Rahim

To the Gods, to the Gods, to the earths

Pass that shit homeyNow tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monWe bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monZoom, from outer space he comes

Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun

Bitches flappin' they gums, do he be clappin' and shootin' guys

Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionizedWhat is his race nation or creed?

Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read

Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens

Spit at judges, stepped on peasantsBut in reality, I just entered your galaxy

September '73, up in these wild streets

Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes

And my mystique got 'em tearin' my clothesNow tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monWe bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monMy nigga smoke with one lung

If he cough he might die, passin' me trees

The liquor bottle's almost empty

We about to collide, with the enemyOnly way you die if it's meant to be, you fuckin' with a general

No discussion is the principle, we bustin' it's the end of you

Now we knockin' on your mama door

Like we cam to fix the sink, my kind of warDeath, angels comin' for you

Spirit horse runnin' from your body like young guns 1 and 2

Paramedics fightin' for you, who's gon' win?

The hands of time, or the hands of medicineDon't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake

Walk by your casket, spit in your face

Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide

And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with NasNow tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monWe bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monPardon but I gotta question of life now

Look at the nigga next to you right now

Is he real, fake or scared

Do it like this niggaz right hands in the airBall it to a fist and put it over your heart

Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start

I shall, stay real stay true stay holdin' figures

Never put a bitch over my niggazI shall never, cooperate with the law

Never snake me I always hold you down in war

If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs

I never break the oath to the death I swearI swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance

Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science

Of a nigga still yet to be found, so light up some green

And pass it around, just pass it aroundNow tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monWe bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monWanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up

Wanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up

Wanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up

Wanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up

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