Smack Songtext
von Hakim Green

Sick of sellin′ this shit
Can't wait for this nigga to get home yo

Yo dog, you told me life is a bitch, well
Now I believe life is a bitch, because life sucks
When you was out on these streets you used to live life up
Cruisin′ out in the whip, always with nice stuff
Update, now you upstate, when you touch base
A nice homecomin' sittin' on up papes
You used to push weight, now you locked, pushin′ up weights
Culinary taught me good, how to cook that cake
I bet you big, now you benchin′ like 300 easy
Get same O out here, you know, niggas still greasy
I know it hurt you can't get in touch with the world
And if you ain′t know, your girl out here fuckin' the world
Fuck her, in due time that bitch will suffer
She sell weed but she smoke all the work like Chris Tucker
I think somebody hit that oil, she two months pregnant
You been locked for seven months, that kid ain′t yours


The smack's on the table and the silver spoon
Fiends shootin′ up to get high as the moon
When you comin' home? Don't really know when
But we′ll get together then, son
You know we′ll have a good time then
You know we'll have a good time then
Still bringin′ dough from them dimes then
We'll have a good time then, son

We got the bricks on smash, E.O. we ′bout to open it up
I got your letter, peep the pictures 'fore I open it up
Damn dog, that′s gang signs, you throwin' it up?
You went in there neutral, I know you ain't loccin′ it up
Look, I been sellin′ weight for three years straight
There was times I ain't even sleep for three days straight
I never had this much heat in my life
I know I don′t smoke, but I think I need weed in my life
Homie, it's not me, I think I′m she in my life
Not enough love and too much street in my life
He said, dog, I be boomin' ′bout a year and a half
I was lookin' out there, cause I'm hearin′ it′s bad
Word, say word son, you hearin' it′s bad?
We ain't got to sell nothin′ for a year and a half
Do me a favor, please keep your ear off the ave
You ain't learn, you just did three years cause the ave


The smack′s on the table and the silver spoon
Fiends shootin' up to get high as the moon
When you comin' home? Don′t really know when
But we′ll get together then, son
You know we'll have a good time then
You know we′ll have a good time then
Still bringin' dough from them dimes then
We′ll have a good time then, son

Be easy dog, one more week, you outta the pen
I don't know where and how to begin
See it started with a eighth, then I copped more powder to blend
Now I′m the provider within
Big man on campus, I ran through yachts and mansions
Niggas question my gangsta, got some answers
I had a sports bar with private dancers
Plus a limo spot in the back of the club
Even had a little crib where I packaged my drugs
We was made men from here on in
But it never crossed my mind what the feds zeroed in
So I didn't have a backup plan
Long story short, the C's got to me
Seized my property, confiscated
Over a hundred ki′s probably
But I left you a stash with contacts
So you′ll be okay homeboy, as long as

The smack's on the table and the silver spoon
Fiends shootin′ up to get high as the moon
When you comin' home? Don′t really know when
But we'll get together then, son
You know we′ll have a good time then
You know we'll have a good time then
Still bringin' dough from them dimes then
We′ll have a good time then, son