Big Smoke

(Kid Hazel on the beat)

AK, double clip, one in the tip whenever I slide
He exposed his hand talking to hoes, we killed two of his guys
I had a load of Reggie, but it was a drought, so niggas gon' buy it
You really feel like I'm pussy? I stay in the street, nigga, come on and try it
Remember them days we were struggling, hard times, my momma would cry
I got off my ass, I hit me a lick for a hunnid, then wiped her eye
I'm Slaughter Gang, nigga, I slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon' die
I'm a God fearing man but for my brother, I get on that stand and lie
Scrape the pot, wiggle that fork 'til it lock (Wiggle that fork 'til it lock)
Trapping with no pistol? Get the fuck off of the block (Get the fuck off of the block)
Sleeping with my MAK-90, I fell in love with the star (I fell in love with the star)
Nigga, I cut my sister off, I catch her talking to opps (I catch her talking to the opps)
I'll go do a whole elbow 'fore I sit down with the cops ('Fore I sit down with the cops)
My auntie ask for some money but she back to smoking on rocks (She back to smoking on rocks)
I don't never have my hand, I don't never raw dawg thots (I don't never raw dawg thots)
They need the coroner, body bag, and a detective when I throw shots

Big smoke, big smoke
I'm giving out big smoke, big smoke
Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke
Ain't no running from this big smoke, big smoke
Bullets raining on 'em

Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you telling on?
Desert Eagle, big holes, and they coming for him
Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California
Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed

Lamborghini, Perc', chinchilla fur
Ice on brr, drank got me slurred
But this Honda curve, cost a half a bird
Say you from the street, nigga, who you serve?
21 Bandit, strip you out your panties
Glock, it don't jamming
Keep a Nick Cannon
I don't pop Xannies
Draco turnt up
He riding dick, fanny
Tryna get a candid
Love left me damaged, can't trust my own family
On a home invasion, this nigga froze, panicked
That .44 came in handy, I shot up out the jammy
They took him to the station, I think he finna stand me
I'm known to get some straightening 'bout all my smoke, nigga ('Bout all my smoke, nigga)
Clutching and Cali Red, smoking on a Port, nigga (Smoking on a Port, nigga)
I done sold mid and gas, I probably served your folks, nigga (I probably served your folks, nigga)
I used to sell dry wall when I ain't have dope, nigga (When I ain't have dope, nigga)
Gambling in the hallway, posted on Parkway
He was talking that rah-rah shit, he got hit broad day
I ain't tryna fist fight none of you niggas, straight to the gunplay
I got engaged to the streets, dawg, the six my fiancé
This Saint Laurent ain't even came out yet, it's still on the runway
I told my opps this shit 4L, they gonna die one day
Better take your ass inside the house, and do what your mom say
You fucking with the wrong photographer, you gon' be on the front page

Big smoke, big smoke
I'm giving out big smoke, big smoke
Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke
Ain't no running from this big smoke, big smoke
Bullets raining on 'em

Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you telling on?
Desert Eagle, big holes, and they coming for him
Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California
Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed