[Intro: Ice-T] This is SMG Yo niggaz, what the fuck is up? It's real, it's going down East Coast/West Coast is in your motherfucking face Tired of you fagot ass niggaz running around reacting like you know what time it is This is S.M.G bitch Sex, Money and Guns baby, for real, yeah Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler, Iceberg, Mark Live, Deuce Fever Brooklyn's in the house nigga, Bronx's in the house nigga Queen's in the house nigga, Westside's in the motherfucking house! YEAH, all you pussy ass motherfuckers; What happened to Gangster Rap? - Y'all forgot about it? Yeah, niggas is up in here, taking your bitches Grab your motherfucking gun now, nigga This is going down motherfucker, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!
[Smoothe Da Hustler] Yo, they say Hustler bust for the fuck of it Fuck it, I will cuff it Rough it up something disgusting, it's nothing I brutalize, black the blue eyes, smack the crew of guys Accidental suicide, you decide If you the crew lasts then utilize Nigga utilize to live away from that crew of eyes Black do the wise, if they act too surprise, and they sat through the lights For the cheese they slab you a five, and wrap you alive
[Trigger Tha Gambler] Plus, we leave up, fifties on faces when we rip mics Take the bottom of the gun dog, just so we can grip tight We're on our own, seven forties nigga, we don't miss flights When we flow like water, we're so cold, we can piss ice Weave the shit, pounds of bricks, up in that Benz rise Snatch your money bags for the heights, doing hits on bikes With bitches that's harder than dicks on dikes I'm living in hell ever since I pull the fifth of Crikes
[Ice-T] You niggaz make me notice; you're lying every time you're talking Dreaming about your days of thieving, talking about the shit you did Bragging on bids, you was a bitch kid, homo thug Never moved drugs, never cocked back, never touched crack In anyway; make me piss bitch, we don't feel shit Time to end this, I started as the Pimp of Pretense Cashed out; with most of my niggaz caught a Life Sentence I kicked game; and Gangster Rapping was invented
[Mark Live] This shit is so big (SHIT IS SO BIG!!) [Expolsion] Look, massive attack (YEAH!!) I moved the city with sex in it, Tex in it (SKIRTS!!) No batteries included (BREAK YOUR FACE!!) See, no batteries included, don't make us go and prove it (FAGOT!!) Exclusive (UHH!!) S.M.G shit, you heard it first (YEAH!!) Now listen, look, learn a verse (WATTS SHUT UP!!) My whole clan is; Pakistan types Killers, with head raps plus murder raps
[Chorus: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler] It's repossessional Everybody freeze, hit the floor, nothing personal But we gotta survive; it's repossessional Everybody freeze, hit the floor, nothing personal But we gotta survive; don't tuck this shit for talking You'll catch big lift quick, maggots eat shit We're the wrong clique to beef with Die choking where you rift at, gun smoking when I hit back Blood clots where you drip at, take a block where you sit at
[Mark Live] Yo, they're some bond niggaz, look, killers identity sick Believe this or unbelieve you're warned (you've been warned nigga) As top news at nine, COME ON!! (Channel Five!!) This terror alert don't take us likely It's night time kids, no time to react (UHH!!) So stay the fuck back (BAAW!) fall the fuck back (BAAW!) Insomniacs, we stay walking We stay creeping, Keith-men, stay stalking
[Smoothe Da Hustler] Nigga imagine coming out for Dolo Pressing up your records with your re-up money Instead of busting out my polo; or new kicks in a new chain This is a new game where a few things that do change I'm up in this page, especially when it's finished the lade We got juice, we get it played the minute it's made I'll let the gun talk to end your charades Pop a hole in whatever you gassed up, to end your parade nigga
[Trigger Tha Gambler] I'm floating like planes over clouds, destination a million miles Flying over concerts, got a million in the crowd Got women screaming loud for the Macks and Dons Keep a sack of tram, model bitches on my lap and arm Flipping keys, gun is squeezed, ninety eight or ninety five Window down, feel the breeze, Bitch from Queens and Philippines Heavy armed, hundred shot, magazine Quick to clap a fiend for the lack of green Take your block, mack the scene
[Ice-T] I can stand in these Gators Work so hard, they need it haters See me live in the club menu, swimming with bitches, my shit is wicked Brass gets evicted, Into-tech I'm quick to lick it (BLAW!!) Never listen to biscuits, of vibe bitches Dime pieces, platinum thesis, have you niggaz premature ejaculating Keep waiting and hating, we're just demonstrating what it looks (LIKE!!) Sounds (LIKE!!) ~ smells (LIKE!!) ~ feels (LIKE!!) Nigga what real is like
[Chorus: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
