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This song is by Juggaknots and appears on the album Re:Release (2002).

What y'all know about them wild niggas
Devil child niggas have you kick the bucket
Say, "Fuck it!"
And smile niggas

The type to catch the Buddha buzz
Slide up to the fuzz
Sayin', "Officer, run your shotty before I catch this body"
I knew this nigga Smokey

Sorta like his pistol barrel when you're in peril
And shit like that was wanted
But later that would die down sorta like many abandoned
That he ran with his block felt sorta haunted

His only solitude was wifey, word to life, G it seemed
They was together forever and now the womb had been seeded
He needed a job and the robbin' wouldn't do it
He wasn't tryin' to go out like Diquan in 'Strapped'

Her mother was a nurse, her purse was chubby
From the hospital she found Smokey some work and shit was lovely
With some cream in here, feed a patient there, he had loot
And not a nigga on the street would have to get that pocket tapped

He's workin' in maternity and learnin'
Seein' much about the infant children
To be skilled in fatherhood
Stealin' baby stuff home for self
And he didn't have to pull the mac-20 off the shelf and get

Loose if a brotha can't take no more
Loose if a brotha can't swing it
Loose if a brotha can't break once more
Loose if a brotha

In maternity, Smokey saw stuff, raw stuff
Make you drop your jaw stuff, hospitals get sorta wild
He saw some babies shakin', awakin' if they were fortunate
His soul was scorchin', it would have thinkin' of his child

Later there would be no, "Honey, I'm home,"
Strictly, "Woman if you jeopardize my seed, dead up
I leave you wet up"
On the block, a flock of zombies entranced
By the peddlers of temporary ghetto, heaven had him fed up

His job was gettin' hard to fuck with
They had even had him stuck with
The disposal of the stillborn poisoned by the nourishment
The ill torn soul from flesh from the womb to tomb
Seein' shit like that'll have you crazy

That night he had a dream
And it was a child nursin' upon the semen of the glass genetalia
Clouded nut after clouded nut
He woke and shouted, "What the fuck is goin' on?"
Smokey was swayze, it's time to get

Loose if a brotha can't take no more
Loose if a brotha can't swing it
Loose if a brotha can't break once more
Loose if a brotha

He figured there was only one way
As he rushed the runway lookin' wild, deranged
This was common, without any qualm inside he was tookin'
Lookin' at fiends of the pebble adored praised

Devil for lord raised from the crystallized tombs
Through fumes from the floor
Blazed the sole sacrificial altar
He chose now to halt the worship dealin' that ultimate headrush

The lead crushed, buyer or seller decoratin' hell a flame
With the choir of the firearms to blame
In the mornin' by the time the smoke cleared
Everybody seen the massacre, the local folk cheered
"Oh, thank the Lord Almighty," the pharmacy was out of business
On the L.A. chubby widow cries alone because her man had gotten

Loose if a brotha can't take no more
Loose if a brotha can't swing it
Loose if a brotha can't break once more
Loose if a brotha

Loose if a brotha can't take no more
Loose if a brotha can't swing it
Loose if a brotha can't break once more
Loose if a brotha

Written by:

Chris Liggio; Kevin Smith; Paul Smith