Released: June 18, 2013
Featuring: Smif-N-Wessun Flatbush Zombies
Songwriter: Statik Selektah Zombie Juice Erick the Architect Meechy Darko Flatbush Zombies Smif-N-Wessun
Producer: Statik Selektah
Wolves out, baby
[Verse 1: Smif-n-Wessun]
My barrel lean like thorazine
Dream like Reverend King, cream like Medellín
Cartel sparked well, y'all in the mezzanine
Swimming at the shot ball, shot bars, guillotine
A hundred on the dart boards, dark on the big machine
Blowing at your entourage, whole squad wolverines
Camouflage dons, spits hella steam, prophesize, we monopolize
Gotta get the green
Backs in my nap sack, roll up a swisher sweet, light a spliff
Life's a bitch, freaking off with the team
All the shit I've seen, probably should be dead now
Fuck the zombies, smoke the bong, it's weed to the head now
It's the semi-auto blowing through your audio
My niggas press you and leave you in the poorest mode
Known movements, this reality music, the gun law is; if you got one, you better use it
Listen, A and B convos, C your way out before D jump over E
And F you up like a G so play silly, feel a 9 milly
Acting like you 'bout this life beef for really
Face fighting, wanna steal, y'all niggas kill me
Deer gang, 215, it's Gucci Philly, it's Louis Loaf with the smoke that beats that
Camouflage dons, Zombies, Statik Selekt
If you send shots, we blowing off limbs
No sublims, don't get it twisted, we not them
It's a new wave, NWA, take it how you want it, and it's all I got to say
[Verse 2: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice & Both Meechy & Juice]
The fame ain't changed Meech, I still don't fuck with you, niggas
I still be on the streets, I still scream fuck religion
I ain't scared of beef, got beef get put on a skillet
You bigots are non-existent so fuck all my competition, hold up
Hoes haze, no competition, your mortal vision's sacrilegious spittinng vivid pictures
Smoking with the same niggas Montana flow
Whiter than the white cops that shot the kid on my block
I'm from a place where we want it, we take it
Gold teeth, two foes
Trapping in the basement
Two freaks, one Meech, it's threesomes in the AM
Take a whiff, pure shit, four blunts in one bitch
Bodies in the basement
Homicide cases
Prophesize about multiplying pot like we makers
Hater, you ain't on like the Lakers
I know I'm wrong but we don't go back to slave ships
Smif-n-Wesson, one bullet
Your pick
Third leg, I be putting it in your bitch
Rhyme like Life After Death had a fourth disk
Rhyme like All Eyez On Me times four shit
Park place, sheet pins, smoking at the ball game
Scott bucks up top only when the Knicks play
Smif-n-Wesson 500, OG and a switch blade
Before you cross a dead motherfucker, look both ways
Motherfucker, look both ways
Motherfucker, look both ways
[Outro: Sample]
Camouflage dons, camouflage dons
[Verse 1: Smif-n-Wessun]
My barrel lean like thorazine
Dream like Reverend King, cream like Medellín
Cartel sparked well, y'all in the mezzanine
Swimming at the shot ball, shot bars, guillotine
A hundred on the dart boards, dark on the big machine
Blowing at your entourage, whole squad wolverines
Camouflage dons, spits hella steam, prophesize, we monopolize
Gotta get the green
Backs in my nap sack, roll up a swisher sweet, light a spliff
Life's a bitch, freaking off with the team
All the shit I've seen, probably should be dead now
Fuck the zombies, smoke the bong, it's weed to the head now
It's the semi-auto blowing through your audio
My niggas press you and leave you in the poorest mode
Known movements, this reality music, the gun law is; if you got one, you better use it
Listen, A and B convos, C your way out before D jump over E
And F you up like a G so play silly, feel a 9 milly
Acting like you 'bout this life beef for really
Face fighting, wanna steal, y'all niggas kill me
Deer gang, 215, it's Gucci Philly, it's Louis Loaf with the smoke that beats that
Camouflage dons, Zombies, Statik Selekt
If you send shots, we blowing off limbs
No sublims, don't get it twisted, we not them
It's a new wave, NWA, take it how you want it, and it's all I got to say
[Verse 2: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice & Both Meechy & Juice]
The fame ain't changed Meech, I still don't fuck with you, niggas
I still be on the streets, I still scream fuck religion
I ain't scared of beef, got beef get put on a skillet
You bigots are non-existent so fuck all my competition, hold up
Hoes haze, no competition, your mortal vision's sacrilegious spittinng vivid pictures
Smoking with the same niggas Montana flow
Whiter than the white cops that shot the kid on my block
I'm from a place where we want it, we take it
Gold teeth, two foes
Trapping in the basement
Two freaks, one Meech, it's threesomes in the AM
Take a whiff, pure shit, four blunts in one bitch
Bodies in the basement
Homicide cases
Prophesize about multiplying pot like we makers
Hater, you ain't on like the Lakers
I know I'm wrong but we don't go back to slave ships
Smif-n-Wesson, one bullet
Your pick
Third leg, I be putting it in your bitch
Rhyme like Life After Death had a fourth disk
Rhyme like All Eyez On Me times four shit
Park place, sheet pins, smoking at the ball game
Scott bucks up top only when the Knicks play
Smif-n-Wesson 500, OG and a switch blade
Before you cross a dead motherfucker, look both ways
Motherfucker, look both ways
Motherfucker, look both ways
[Outro: Sample]
Camouflage dons, camouflage dons
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Extended Play (2013)
Statik Selektah popular songs
- Bird’s Eye View
- Carry On
- The Imperial
- Alarm Clock
- The Spark
- 21 & Over
- Beautiful Life
- In the Wind
- Keep It Moving
- Put Jewels on It
- Never a Dull Moment
- Alone
- Live From The Era
- Damn Right
- Take It All Back
- All You Need
- Crystal Clear
- How You Feel
- Scratch Off
- The Trophy Room
- Silver Lining
- Couldn’t Tell
- Smoke Break
- Man of the Hour