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Bone Brothers Let Me Smoke With Ya

C)] (Let me smoke with'cha) Let me smoke with'cha, let me smoke Let me smoke with'cha, let me smoke with'cha Let me smoke with'cha, let me smoke Blaze

Baby, baby, tell me what do you wanna do? Tell me, what do you wanna do? You can ride and smoke with me or I can ride and smoke with you It's all cool

believe me, with wings I'll meet ya Playa, hater, hate They can hate me but they better stay away Or see Krayzie loc' insane So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me

more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shits hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya

a natural disaster, As I crack ya, ass like cheap blastas, Rhyme mic bash ya, while my tongue lash ya, With the rhyme rules I crash ya, leave ya like

call me camera shy (chi) (Chorus - Eric Turner) (Verse Three - Lupe Fiasco) Chain broke, you ain't make a rep if ya chain smoke No cigarettes on my plane, yo Stunt ya ham bones

like a Shaolin monk with six dots Brooklyn, zoo, zoo Brooklyn, zoo, zoo It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with

like a Shaolin monk with six dots Brooklyn, zoo, zoo Brooklyn, zoo, zoo It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with

talk, with a pound Come on.. Chorus 2 [Kurupt] Let me tell em, the headless Horsemen nigga... I'm back, give me a fired up Mac Seventeen different sachels