[Smack Man]

Here's the science, it seem like yesterday to me

H.N.B. robbery, in Manhattan for currency

Sittin up in the crib, drawin out a map

On where security was gon leave the door open at

Park the van around back, the M.P. jet black

We should be in and out 60 seconds flat

So son what's the deal? He ain't takin his route

He rather stay home like a bitch, and have a allaby

What his cut look like, he think he takin half

While we do all the dirt, he sit home on his ass

I got a funny feeling son, somethin just ain't right

Kinda glad I didn't go wit Rum and them that night

And sure enough nigga, you best to believe

Duke snitched under the hot light, like steady people

Wit a vote than a Clinton, Rum and me

Him in cell 2, and me in cell 3



[Chorus: Steele]

Now some of these niggas are bitches too

And some of these niggas look just like you

So if you ever been bit by a snake

Take a minute to think if you can truly trust the click you click wit



[Tek]

Me off the job would of been easy, if son wouldn't have been greedy

I told him to parle, cuz he one high jet speedin

Laughin, countin, tryin to play with money he ain't got

No knowledge of himself, and the trigger gave him heart

He just finish biddin, some remote federal prison

D said he was quotin niggas, word to word shittin

To get a light of sense, evedent as I remember

When Dunn Dunn got knocked, I just seen him last summer

At Soul In The Hole, it was a King E. King game

First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed

For being the last one seen, fleein from the scene

Walk was with him up there, he said Duke was held obscene

On some in and out a cell, C.O. slayed him on his mail

His