Won on Won Songtext
von Cocoa Brovaz

Yeah, what it look like?
Word up, I′ve been in this game for a long time, son
You can't take me out that easy, man

Smoking lah, me I flee
Smoking guns, Cocoa Bees
Who wanna look like, wanna act like us?
Wanna be like, roll the trees like us?
Wanna talk like, wanna walk like us?
Wanna flip like, get gripped like us?
Wanna act like, smoke the black like us?
Wanna rip like, kick shit like us?
Wanna bust like, you ain′t what like us?
Tek and Steele, one on one, smoking guns, what?


Ding! That's the sound of the bell
"Oh shit!" is all you heard before you fell to the canvas
All washed up like my dirty drawers and pants get
Try to challenge, get damaged
Plain and simple with bandages around your temple
Easily erased out the picture like pencil
Beat me once, saw me again, got your pistol
I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple

Son, hold my AP, let me rock this, nobody
Coming out the closet tryna stop my money
Acting like it's weak ′cause he ain′t see me in the streets
Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet
You called me, I was there on some Candyman shit
Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch
Hurt you to the boards, put the Timb to your jaw
Walk away, parlay in front of Ahmed's store

We don′t give a what about you, tell them niggas who sent you
Let 'em come, have ′em all open wide like dentals
Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you
If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to
Nigga, I wish you'd talk about running for guns
Get your bankhead bounced like insufficient funds
Left ass out of home, begging like bums
Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs


I′m from M-Y-C-I-T-Y, stay high
Lazy eye, ghetto celeb, rap guy from Bed-Stuy
Splashing two lines, don't need no long rhymes
Losing your attention, taking up your time
I gets mine and breathe, 'bout it ′bout it like P
Too many wanna be me
Wanna flow, blow, hold dough like Smokey
Fly across seas, blow show for BCCs
But you can′t be, you heard me, you soft like porridge
You ain't getting money and you have no courage

Let me at it, introducing
The one who gets you bust like a loosie
Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee
Try me, are you ready for those who wanna harm me?
Don′t toy with me, wanna be all you can be? Join the army
I swarm like bees, plus sting too
Bring crews, I blow 'em out like hankies
Knock you like cops do

For the longest I′ve been waiting to take it to these Jafaicans
Corner eyeballing on the move that we was making
Thinking that we lost it 'cause our line was closed
Can′t stop a hungry nigga with nothing to live for
I'ma see that dough, many hustles I know
Three cars, loan shark, white chalk, and cee-lo

Yo, I think I'll take this time to remind you
Not to step out of line, test mine, Crime Stoppers won′t find you
Before we come kick in your door to the floor
Throw you to the wall, making you our prisoner of war
′Cause you're too short to take walks with Tattoo
Attack you from your front, open your back with my scalpel
Snatch two niggas from your crew
If they got anything to do with
Motherfuckers coming back to avenge you
I intend to get down for my tempo
Keep a strong mental when dealing with evils that men do
Them who fail to comprehend, I recommend you
Remember you′re dealing with men who will send you
Off in a coffin, 'cause much too often
Niggas are getting lost and it′s costing
Body parts from anybody that starts
We play the hackers, taking rappers apart
Dissect them from they rectum to they necks
Double check them, make sure shit's correct, then direct them
To the section where the sessions in progression
Where you come to get blessed by a Smith & Wesson

Smoking lah, me I flee
Smoking guns, Cocoa Bees
Who wanna look like, wanna act like us?
Wanna talk like, wanna look like us?
Wanna walk like, wanna bust like us?
Wanna flip like, wanna rip like us?
Wanna get gripped, wanna kick like us?
Wanna get shit, hit bitches like us?
Wanna smoke lah, smoke the black like us?
You can′t fuck with us, dust