Artist: Custom Made Gangstas Album: If You Ain't Hungry, Don't Come to the Table Song: When Da Smoke Clear Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook - 2X] I'ma shatter niggaz world, if they come my way Then confess it at the gate, when it's Judgment Day If I walk with the Lord, there's no man I fear I'll be the last one standing, when the smoke is clear [Lil' Keke] Hush it up mark niggaz, I'm the chosen one 'Fore I po' you punks out, like a bottle of rum And my soundscan pull up, from here to the East Boost your game up rookies, I'm a lyrical beast I'm a wolf you a sheep, and it's time I feast And I'm hungry like a dog, that be showing his teeth I'ma squash all beef, when the album drop I'ma shit on niggaz heads, when I'm back on top If these so called gangstas, wanna turn it to violence Then God bless his soul, with a moment of silence C.M.G. shoot first, make the pack divide Front porch backyard, I'm still (by your side) Don't fuck with Young Don, cause it's consequences And you first on the field, but you die in the trenches It's a grave or a sentence, it is what it is This my street testimony, I've been waiting for years [Hook - 2X] [Lil' C] I mash in the hemi, two semi-automatics with me Don't get it twisted at all, Lil' C is not friendly Bring any nigga you wanna bring, put him up against me He might be bigger, but you ain't gon wanna see the ending I fear no man, that mean nan nigga So when the drama come, I don't shake I don't shiver I don't cry about it, I just do my job I'm married to the mob, if it's easy or it's hard You don't wanna see a man, of my caliber Get red hot, and go to shooting like Gallagher Shit, cause that'll be a whole 'nother massacre Like David Caress' shit, burning your flesh I promise you don't wanna test, I got the Lord and a vest To handle the stress, I'm smoking on canibus best So when the smoke clear, me and my niggaz is still breathing And you and your niggaz, is just bleeding [Hook - 2X] [Lil' Keke] All black ski mask, with the gats to match Automatic M-5, knock a do' off the latch I'ma let you niggaz talk, while the currency build Trying to make a half a mill, 'fore I sign a deal Put the fam out of town, hundred K in the ground Put your working boots on, my niggaz it's going down Bullets at your grill, rain hard and heavily Your click talk shit, now they all in jeopardy Hate and animosity, I'm filled with anger Sneak up on you niggaz, like the perfect stranger Calm under pressure, and my click don't rattle And I never lay it down, in the heat of the battle I'm a soldier, ten toes down up in the mud This guerilla warfare, can you taste the blood Will the Don fold up, my niggaz it's no way And don't make me have to trip, like Kyle Sose [Hook - 2X]