Smash This

X-Ray Da Mindbenda ft. Ray Long - “Smash This”
[Emcee(s): Ray Long]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Intro: Ray Long]
Yo, yo, smash this with one take. Yo, it’s Ray Long, nah’mean? Got my nigga Gunn up in here, know’m saying? Appreciate this to the fullest, you know’m saying? Yo, my man from in the shadows is doing this, just... buttermilk shit right here. Yo, I’m ‘bout to smash this, son. Straight up, yo

[Verse 1: Ray Long]
I springs into action like a gunslinger
When bringing them things to the scene, your team lacking
So check the stats, flip like dough invested
In cracks, sold O.T. ‘til nothing’s left in
The pack, but don’t O.D. Coke-coated weed done left
Cats in zones you don’t want to be in, homie. Turning
Informant for the police. When I spit, bitch niggas
Get offended, my street team apprehend snitches
Get stuck like a sticker with my picture imprinted
Better move. It must be contagious the way
I keep catching fools, strongarming tools
Play this tune to check for the day slated
Coming soon. Don’t run the jibs and assume
Running with an entourage that make you summon your goons
That’s what it reads on the sticker with my picture imprinted
Now you gets the picture? I’ll give you the bidness
Get found limbless—fuck a plea bargain
I’m in the town dirty, niggas seeds is starving
I’m giving out work, they’re thirst apes like
“When are we starting?” “Soon as we change ship, alright?”
Call it “Night of the Living Dead” ‘cause I’ll beat the living
Daylights out of anybody tipping the Feds
Put your helmet on before you get hit in the head
Dudes don’t playfight, get beat trying to get bread
Easily misled, and Death heavily slept
On niggas you’d never expected to creep the crept when
The best have seen it, sleep like you’re on a silly
Posturepedic, you’ll wake up severely beated
Put minx on him, throw drinks on him, stink
Bitches who think it’s all about tricking your cream on him
This one’s on you, Chris Tsundoku
Bring your man, I’ll get his ass split like a dog’s tooth
Three in the morn’, Four-Fifth, six more shots left
To score shit. Flee when I’m gone, Long’s enforcement’s
Creep, you don’t even want to reach in the morn’
Not quick enough on the draw, end up on the floor
I’m the reason why you’re hit up, I’m still busting off
Like I sniffed some shit strong enough to numb it all
Leave your head to be discovered, tucked in a drawer
For your moms to see coming home from doing laun-
-dry, stunned and all terrified. Y’all niggas
Like Tre in Boyz n the Hood, scared of death to ride
Bugged cats get sprayed like pesticide
Specialized in spitting, you could be your life I’m living
Tomorrow never died as long as time ticking
I’ma collab competitors while my cheddar rise
Forever shine, shitting direct, live and direct
My guessing ain’t good as yours, it’s better. Lies I’m
Hooking off with bait attacks, catch you by
Surprise like a crook when he caught telling lies
Testify, tried for letting them things fly
I used to use nooses, calculating the hangtime
Now it’s insane. They claim my kind should be in chains
Now peep my frame of mind in the game:
We could arrange stocks and shots to exchange our things
Wear your options out—the same proposition goes
For your block and doubt, disclaim opposition
Get pounded out with pain out the vision
Playing my position, just bring the proper equipment
Depending on the game and if we’re at home or visiting
Indoor or outdoor, injuries for your down-
-fall, you fuck around and miss the whole series, out for
The whole season. Got the big semi when enemies
Don’t want to reason with me to get busy, empty
Out on the city. Cops gritty enough
To air me on the news. Jiggy in cuffs, catch it like
An outlaw that been blunted for months. Tons
Of blunts distorting my way of thinking. Often
High, put the blaze in liquor, selling nicks for dimes
Fuck what you though—this be medicine for the mind
Laid up in the bed, sick with bitches, butt-ass
Fuck tricking, but I’ll blaze another bag
Dick is addictive, shorty be coming back, cross
Back OTB, running the boss track
I ain’t even got to stalk that—they call back
If not immediately, a week after we creep
Weak niggas be having these freaks in their pockets
My team got mad arms like the dominant continent
They think I’m from Iraq the way I’m bombing shit
Like Arab, stay anonymous after
The blast, take hostages, take cash
But your problem is your peep’s straight ass
Last-day stunts. Straight-faced, time to change
Your pumps while I keep the crimewave crunk
Long, nah’mean?