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Black Moon - Frame lyrics
f/ Cocoa Brovaz [Steele] (Tek) Black Smif-N-Wessun (comin to shake ya frame) Remember the name (nothin change) We dismember you lames Duck Down when we take aim, remainin on point Is how we stay ahead of the game, like links and change (To maintain is the main thing) The name change, the game change (But we still the same) Just elevated to a higher plane [Steele] Commin to shake ya brain, commin to shake ya frame In this land of dreams, we plan to scheme To gain fame and cream, we plot and feme Popular teams, poppin out the proper machines Automatic gleem laser beam stop ya whole team, clear the whole scene Police lights and si-rens, high beam, walk thru hell and reign supreme This regime, stay militant, givin it to each and every inconsiderate fool, to act ignorant [Tek] My voice is back on the streets, home forbidden again We gettin brains in the range, born bonic again My whole team got spins, BGS made men And I run with them hooligans from Brooklyn Who stay with Trey-Ochos, my oiyes a loco Papa, you emcee guys can't see I Spit like the raw that they sell in the doors Ya squad couldn't get no money till my man fell off [Buckshot] Aiyo kill the chit chat Son bring the click-click-click-clack Where the brick at? Yo flip that Where you went back, you told me that you push a 420 And you push a Taurus on the low though Slow your roll, you're dead and you just don't know Where ya niggas at, where ya bitches go? Aiyo, this nigga ain't worth my worst verse Whiplash like I hit him verse Buck him and burst, fuck who we comin with I'm comin with, Bucktown niggas on some money shit Still rock boots in the summer with A scully pulled to the side of my left eye Rollin with the Death Tribe Chorus: All We go all out, in the brawl out Two fo'-fo's to blow the wall out Make ya crawl out, Of the jeep, shit ain't sweet Fuck beef None of my niggas eat meat, we bust heat [Steele] (Buckshot) Black Smif-N-Wessun (comin to shake ya brain) Buckshot, Tek, & Steele (comin to shake ya frame) [(Duck Down when we take aim, remainin on point That's how we stay ahead of the game, like links and chains)] [Tek] All of sudden ya killas cuz ya got a little size Sold a little wiz and ya did a little time I still get scribes from my niggas inside A Zar, E Bo and my brother Jahard Out in Texas corrections I'm known as Smif-N-Wessun Cuz I rather have a gat, then caught with no protection Cuz I still school a dike, just like they was horrors And ride dirty with my mans in a tented up Taurus [Steele] Had niggas nervous when they saw us Move swift and mysterious Keep my shit on the low, cuz fo stay curious Actin funny style like Eddie Murphy in Delicious Test a razor sharp dart throw inside ya terrious It's evident, I never miss, on point like a specialist ST declaring this, BCC professialist School you idiots that front more than a little bit You little kids couldn't fear this Steele class period [Buckshot] Yeah we went, all that leary shit that you hear me with Actin like you cool on that amiquick Nigga, I know, I could see the snake in ya eye On ya grill, you muthafuckas need to shit peel Yo Steele, Boom-bye-bye, hit 'em with the richochet The gat speak, tell 'em what the trigger say Come close, so you can get the nuzzle to your ear lobe Blow you out a near earhole [Buckshot] (Steele) Black Smif-N-Wessun (comin to shake ya brain) Buckshot, Tek & Steele (comin to shake ya frame) Duck Down when we take aim, remainin on point Is how we stay ahead of the game, like links and change (To maintain is the main thing) The name change, the game change (But we still the same) Just elevated to a higher plane Black Smif-N-Wessun (comin to shake ya brain) Buckshot, Tek & Steele (comin to shake ya frame) Duck Down niggas, shake ya frame Bucktown niggas, shake ya frame Boot Camp niggas, shake ya brain Brook-lan niggas, shake ya frame Uptown niggas, comin to shake ya brain Black Trump, comin to shake ya frame B Fumps and Dum Dum to shake ya frame My Ouras and Scios shake ya frame My B.J.S. niggas shake ya frame What, my Murder Av. niggas come to shake ya frame |
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