Lyrics

X-Ray Da Mindbenda ft. Ray Long - "Smash This" [Emcee(s): Ray Long] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Intro: Ray Long] Yo, yo, smash this with one take. Yo, it's Ray Long, nah'mean? Got my nigga Gunn up in here, know'm saying? Appreciate this to the fullest, you know'm saying? Yo, my man from in the shadows is doing this, just... buttermilk shit right here. Yo, I'm 'bout to smash this, son. Straight up, yo [Verse 1: Ray Long] I springs into action like a gunslinger When bringing them things to the scene, your team lacking So check the stats, flip like dough invested In cracks, sold O.T. 'til nothing's left in The pack, but don't O.D. Coke-coated weed done left Cats in zones you don't want to be in, homie. Turning Informant for the police. When I spit, bitch niggas Get offended, my street team apprehend snitches Get stuck like a sticker with my picture imprinted Better move. It must be contagious the way I keep catching fools, strongarming tools Play this tune to check for the day slated Coming soon. Don't run the jibs and assume Running with an entourage that make you summon your goons That's what it reads on the sticker with my picture imprinted Now you gets the picture? I'll give you the bidness Get found limbless—fuck a plea bargain I'm in the town dirty, niggas seeds is starving I'm giving out work, they're thirst apes like "When are we starting?" "Soon as we change ship, alright?" Call it "Night of the Living Dead" 'cause I'll beat the living Daylights out of anybody tipping the Feds Put your helmet on before you get hit in the head Dudes don't playfight, get beat trying to get bread Easily misled, and Death heavily slept On niggas you'd never expected to creep the crept when The best have seen it, sleep like you're on a silly Posturepedic, you'll wake up severely beated Put minx on him, throw drinks on him, stink Bitches who think it's all about tricking your cream on him This one's on you, Chris Tsundoku Bring your man, I'll get his ass split like a dog's tooth Three in the morn', Four-Fifth, six more shots left To score shit. Flee when I'm gone, Long's enforcement's Creep, you don't even want to reach in the morn' Not quick enough on the draw, end up on the floor I'm the reason why you're hit up, I'm still busting off Like I sniffed some shit strong enough to numb it all Leave your head to be discovered, tucked in a drawer For your moms to see coming home from doing laun- -dry, stunned and all terrified. Y'all niggas Like Tre in Boyz n the Hood, scared of death to ride Bugged cats get sprayed like pesticide Specialized in spitting, you could be your life I'm living Tomorrow never died as long as time ticking I'ma collab competitors while my cheddar rise Forever shine, shitting direct, live and direct My guessing ain't good as yours, it's better. Lies I'm Hooking off with bait attacks, catch you by Surprise like a crook when he caught telling lies Testify, tried for letting them things fly I used to use nooses, calculating the hangtime Now it's insane. They claim my kind should be in chains Now peep my frame of mind in the game: We could arrange stocks and shots to exchange our things Wear your options out—the same proposition goes For your block and doubt, disclaim opposition Get pounded out with pain out the vision Playing my position, just bring the proper equipment Depending on the game and if we're at home or visiting Indoor or outdoor, injuries for your down- -fall, you fuck around and miss the whole series, out for The whole season. Got the big semi when enemies Don't want to reason with me to get busy, empty Out on the city. Cops gritty enough To air me on the news. Jiggy in cuffs, catch it like An outlaw that been blunted for months. Tons Of blunts distorting my way of thinking. Often High, put the blaze in liquor, selling nicks for dimes Fuck what you though—this be medicine for the mind Laid up in the bed, sick with bitches, butt-ass Fuck tricking, but I'll blaze another bag Dick is addictive, shorty be coming back, cross Back OTB, running the boss track I ain't even got to stalk that—they call back If not immediately, a week after we creep Weak niggas be having these freaks in their pockets My team got mad arms like the dominant continent They think I'm from Iraq the way I'm bombing shit Like Arab, stay anonymous after The blast, take hostages, take cash But your problem is your peep's straight ass Last-day stunts. Straight-faced, time to change Your pumps while I keep the crimewave crunk Long, nah'mean?