Smoke & Cnotes

Hook

It's gonna be explosive smoke

You're gonna get Cnotes

We' got money to blow

Breathe in then you breathe out

When you get mad you try to let it out

No doubt know what I'm all about

Awe shit wrong song this is gone south

I'll strike your ass like a cottonmouth

You couldn't last against me in 12 rounds

You treat one of us so bad we send the hounds

Then we lock your ass up the dog pound

This ain't hell we call it the underground

We leave those bums buried right in the mound

Don't mess with us cuz we'll put you on the ground

Can't you see the headstones all around

Running up on us that's not too smart

The last person did that we just ripped him apart

But let us give you a little warning

In matter of fact is that I'm a Screamer

Hook

It's gonna be explosive smoke

You're gonna get Cnotes

We' got money to blow

The Mike Tyson of rap is back at again

Tonight we fight son and attack till a ten

Standing with one foot with blow of this mad pen

And then prancing you trip a hook, but slip to the left

With you the best beat in teams of before three four now

A collaborating member here to score pows

I go exacerbate, dismember ears, before crowds

Cheer before me, remembers, when a lacerated your skin

Stab and break your skin, grab and take your wins

Imma clone you, a double you, and kidnap

Then I dethrone you, this troubled few have been snapped

To the point of breaking to the point of taking

For the point of breaking every annoying faking Emcee

Who had the guts to go against me!

Maybe severed cerebral, fuck you go

Crazy? Clever, we people stuck in a show

Forced to perform in the form of a bucket of snow.

Cold reactions, from old, we back son.

And we will destroy any girls or boys with a shot to the back of the head

Put you all in a line, revolver and nine, one a time whether you a fag or Be less

Hook

It's gonna be explosive smoke

You're gonna get Cnotes

We' got money to blow