Wontime

Steele
Before I lay my head down ta rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigg* justice
They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front s**t
Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
fk the foreplay lets do s**t the raw way
Kill the he say she say check what we say

Tek
I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my Heltah Skeltah
Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its dead ya get
Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room
Death fills the air along with the scent of boom
Open ya eyes motherfkers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here

Chorus: repeat 2X

Rock Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime
Steele Wontime
Rock Won rhyme for the heads doin time
Steele Wontime
Rock Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime
Steele Wontime
Rock Wontime for ya muth*fkin mind

Steele
Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate
Hot as a fk cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate
New plates same faces from the last joint
Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point
In the parallel cell mad flip
Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his as* ripped
Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity
keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya back shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs
Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear

Tek
Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.
Cause I knew the b*tch d*cked a nigg* on the D-Lo
Now behind bars where scars come in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these wanna bring it here
Flippin on the b*tch ass, got cash and commissary
Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry
Another straight up "No" comin from the board
Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward
know whats the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank

Chorus

Steele
Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right
but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight
I got one in store for hardc*re fanatics
Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics
Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up
I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up

Tek
Word Life my semi-automatic
and static smokin lyes more than a habit
and our victims die tragic
We stalk around like the beast out for prey
Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day
Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers
Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us

Steele
Get out my way nigg*, I'm comin through deep
And my fleet packs heat
Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps
I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line
I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me
And my Brethren D to the O-G

Tek
See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot
In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block
If you dont know me dont even come in my circle
fk around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya fkin mind

Chorus