Wrektime

Lyrics

[Intro: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Walt] "Where Brooklyn at?" "How many people ready to rock the house?" "Where Brooklyn at?" "Rock the house" "Where Brooklyn at?" [Interlude 1: Tek] One, two, one, two Niggas coughing like, "Well, that's that killer dealer shit" [Verse 1: Tek and Steele] You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win And who you gonna call when I break your glass chin? Mista Rippa slicker than your sister Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split Better have your joint cocked, my hand's coming off my hip This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead Time to hop the iron hilly, get back to my Spilly, flatfoot coming deep like hillbillies Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind I gotta get away so I can do more crime See my brethren down the block, rising up out their spot Puffing meth in the hood where the spot is hot My Timbs ease tension by stomping necks when I'm vexed Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex [Hook: Steele and Tek] I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew [Verse 2: Steele and Tek] Sent to represent the real heads, the dreads on the scene Now all the bumbaclot talk must dead I walk the fence of stress and tension Hit the Benz, then hit the spliff with my friends and Catch mad wreck with my man Tek (I am what I am) That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt Roll up the blunts 'cause real niggas do what they want Big up to all original criminals The ill political, and all Boot Camp Generals I be getting charged with my squad on the Project step, and you'll regret when my mob flex Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gambling Collect your trap, then add it to my fat stack Chill, I'll be back Right now, I'm out to smoke the next sack [Hook: Tek and Steele] Well, I puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew We puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do [Verse 3: Tek, Steele, and Smif-N-Wessun] It's going down The deal has been set and it's ready Strap up the arms 'cause it's time to be jetty Y'all niggas violated when y'all crossed that thin line Trespassed in Bucktown, and now you're all mine Hey, batty boy, one move and you're dead. I Got my Glocks cocked, and they're pointed at your head Your operation's dead and stinking, tied down With bricks, in the East River, sinking. Got my hoodie on And my Timb boots, troop, kick your whole Bottom row of fronts out, duke. You best protect your frame 'Fore you're tore out it, G. I'm halfway sane That's what the Lord tells me, but I chose To disregard fuzz, smoke buds, and lamp in The Camp with the rest of the thugs 'cause [Hook: Steele and Tek] I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew I am what I am, and I do what I do Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew [Interlude 2: Steele and Tek] Steele: Smif-N-Wessun, and we out like that. One time, one time for your head, two times, and we out, yeah. Boot Camp Clik roll thick Tek: This that killer dealer, kid [Outro: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Walt] "Aw yes!" (x7) "OK, we ready to rock"