Lyrics Holocaust Cocoa Brovaz

Holocaust

[Break: Steele, (Tek)]

Tek N Steele (we make professional moves)

Special team (if you choose, the battle will lose)

We make rules (wake up dudes, stealth still cool)

Drop jewels (shake up fools, take 'em to school)

Generals in this rap game

(Smif N Wessun, livin legendary tag team)

We stay radiant, watch the sun beam

(to get cream, we've done big things)

And through the rain, some of our pen got slayed

Nuthin but love for my people's still pumpin my vein

May we all maintain and smoke black to the brain

(Nuthin but love for my people's still pumpin my vein

May we all stay paid and stay on top of the game)

[Steele]

Smif N Wessun, outta Bucktown, respect the name

Longevity in this, cuz we respect the game

And the game respects Steele N Tek, just the same

Simple and plain, double cross will leave you crippled n lame

[Tek]

I still got Timbs for all season, jaws of raw greenin

Guns for all reason, niggas be sneak peahen

You know I know the game, the joy and pain that it bring

How thug beat can make a nigga muck in his brain

Slurrin a slang, speakin from the heart about things

That cause friendship to change, get from pleasure to aim

Scope at you from the roof, bout to pull a John Poof

[Steele]

And hand cock back and shoot, next youth get cooped

Tek N Steele livin proof, but you can't handle the truth

So ya try to block me and copy the shit that we do

Terrible Two, we don't really care who run wit your crew

But if you take this personal, well then we talkin to you

[Chorus 2X]

We stay radiant, even at night, the sun beam

Ain't no separatin me from my team

Nigga prepare for the Holocaust

Smif N Wessun never fallin off

Strictly business, special force

[Tek]

Heard you were fat and light skinned

Tatted wit spins, hands got no wins, but he kept plenty in

Drivin many Benz, his friends is my men's

Tell me what Dirty kick, and how to stick Kim

Make Kim a victim, they know his every slide

[Steele]

I heard he stay up in the wine store, shootin the job

Don't even shoot him to five, just evict all his shines

And lay our version of extortion to him, line by line

[Tek]

But yo, we clearly understand that this ain't no game

No matter how bad you want it, things are never the same

Eater, better or worse from the six to the hearse

Can't forget the Rocky bezel, ante up on the purse

And this verse right here, to whom it concern

Where there's smoke there's fire, if you play you get burned

[Chorus 2X]

[Steele]

This is only significant to those militant

If you send against Smif N Wessun, time to repent

We was sent by the streets, wit G.O.D.'s consent

To penetrate the info, shut your regulate and represent

When I enter the game, I had a Nervous squad

Coach put me on the bench, said I didn't play hard

Now it's back to lab, just to get more practice

But door and I relax, a lotta actors turn rappers

Shift the game into fifth gear

Cocoa B's last, call us Smif N Wessun this year

We don't talk a lot, yes we still moke a lot, choco-late

Beef up in the club, my dogs'll leak you in the parkin lot

[Chorus 2X]

[Break]