1.Timz N Hood Check
Smif-n-wessun out of bucktown startin' mad trouble
Play the hard rock we break yo' block down ta rubble
Perform a construction, like a storm when we rushin
Raisin' cain, hip shots graze yo' brain
It's rippin down, like thunda, pound
Make a brotha wonda now, what otha ill shit lies underground
We got more if ya want more, dig it
But ya got ta be hardcore ta get wit' it
As a youth some called me tone, some called me ？
Now they call me steele cause i'm rough to tha bone marrow
You don't believe me, g, check my apparel
Dress code is bold, so feel the cold barrel
What up to all my cock strong troops in they boots
True to tha game stayin' true to they roots
That's how we choose to remain, cause we just can't change
And we won't change, still stay the same
Timz and hood check, my crew's out ta catch wreck
Run in ya crib and bolt ya doors'll be ya best bet
Ya hear footsteps approach, as i drop the roach
Of the smoke ya can't react because ya throat is being choked
Pull yo' biscuit that's yo ticket to escape
I got the trey-deuce my crime partner got the trey-eight
I kick it hardcore so these critics try ta ban me
But i'm gettin busy like the black guerilla family
Got ta meet my man at a quarter ta nine
So we could blow this town and leave the corpse behind
We ain't many but we crazy, shady
Broke into a crib, what we did
Yes we smoked the fat lady
Smif-n-wessun on some reality shit
Tie up ya timbs and make sure ya don't slip, nucca
2.Wrektime
Tek：
You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,
And who ya gonna call when i break your glass chin？
Mista rippa, slicker than your sista.
Turn down the lights, she got hit by the vicksta.
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.
This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,
Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.
Time to hop to iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),
Flat foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).
Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,
I gotta get away so i can do more crime.
See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,
Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.
My timbs ease tension by stompin' next when i'm vexed,
Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.
Chorus one： 4x
Steele：
[sent to represent the real heads,
The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.
I walk the fence of stress and tension,
Hit the benz then hit the spliff with my friends
And catch mad wreck with my man tek]i am what i am
[that's why my fans show respect when i slam sets.
I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,
Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.
Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,
And all boot camp generaaaals.
I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step
And you'll regret when my mob flex.
Glam to the man that sham when i hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6
when i'm gamblin.
Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,
Chill, i'll be back, right now i'm out to smoke the next sack.]
Chorus two： 2x
Tek： it's goin' down. [steele： the deal has been set and it's
ready]
Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.
Tresspassed in bucktown and now you're all mine.
Your operation's dead and stinkin', tied down with bricks and
East river sinkin'.
Got my hoodie on and my timb boots, troop.
Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, g.
And lamp in the camp with the rest of the thugs, cuz
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.
Chorus one： 4x
Chorus two： 2x
Smif-n-wessun and we out like that...
(okay, we ready to rock...)
3.Wontime
Before i lay my head down ta rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the calisthenics do a nigga justice
They fake cause im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front shit
Even though some i used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way
Kill the he say she say check what we say
I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas heltah skeltah
Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter
Smif-n-wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its dead ya get
Here's the black moon we creepin up in ya room
Death fills the air along with the scent of boom
Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here
Chorus： repeat 2x
Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate
Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate
New plates same faces from the last joint
Got my banger so when danger come ill be on point
In the parallel cell mad niggas flip
Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity
Keep an open eye cause now i sleep with the enemy
(watch ya back shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs
Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear
Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my p.o.
Cause i knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the d-lo
Now behind bars where scars come in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary
Cause i ain't goin home ta never worry
Another straight up 'no' comin from the board
Keep my anger hidden til i'm back up in the ward
Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank
Chorus
Well i was taught two wrongs dont make a right
But me and ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings
aight
I got one in store for hardcore fanatics
Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics
Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up
I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up
Word life my semi-automatic
And static smokin lyes more than a habit
And our victims die tragic
We stalk around like the beast out for prey
Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day
Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers
Boot camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us
Get out my way nigga, i'm comin through deep
And my fleet packs heat
Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps
I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line
I roll with the ripper and the ripper rolls with me
And my brethren d to the o-g
See we be hittin up boom spots a lot
In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block
If you dont know me dont even come in my circle
Fuck around and get me vexed then i'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine
As i hit you one time for ya fuckin mind
Chorus
4.Wrekonize
What up？ i heard that you got a little prob'
Wit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed
Stickin and flickin the bangers, throw them out to ya neck
Another beat down inflicted by that nigga tek
And for ya back, establish, yea i got a sharp dagger
And a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter
Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two
Titans from bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew
I got a vibe from the cession in the back
When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin meth and kickin raps
Smif-n-wessun comin wit nuff buds and skunk
Fake the funk and get found dead in the trunk
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
Back again, make room for the boom
Puffin the lye, gettin high to a beat minus two
Choke my yak, is where i lives at and lotta rats (cooch and
pain)
Is my brain so i don't sweat that
Instead i mack wit a tek and a dog, my man ruckus and rock
And yo rippa what up doc？
The deals going down like this
Non affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a french
kiss
Puttin an end to those who tend to get me aggravated
I'm tired of countin dues and addin up the years we waited
Be on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin
Keep ya girl away from me, cuz i won't hesitate to stroke it
I'm feelin the rush from the cannabis plant
But i can't lamp cuz niggas get me amped
Talkin this and that but my raps formats phat
And i slap cats that come miss the stand backs
Never could i ever agree on
Cuttin loose a lot of mic troops that i roll wit for eons
Be on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop
By them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block
I watch my back when for delf
Some say the buzz, but i say the fuzz bad for my health
Huh, critics could get banged like did it
Bowl, first i get lifted wit my click before up in a show
So, i, say what i mean, mean what i say
Do what i do, and me not play
Say young god for punks who play hard
Don't be surprised i'm pullin ya card, ya better wrekonize
5.Sound Bwoy Bureill
Verse one：
Boom bye bye／in a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly now／the botty ly like dead
2 shots dead to him chin／enemy a friend
Fake the funk／i put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoy／wan come tess dogg
I find his family／and i.d. em in da morgue
I bet you never thought i bust led
To prize／i'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread
You cant tess the champion sound／you gettin bucked down
Recognize the boot camp click／in a de bucktown
Gun thirsty little bastard／always blasted
From the sess of chocolate／from my dick gastin
You say you number one wicked selecta
I say you punani／and i wetcha
Keep the bull／before i pull this here trigga
Cause you don't wanna tess me／when i'm tipsy off the liquor
Like a punk they call mcgirt／got his feelings hurt
Showed his true colors／had to yank up his skirt
Now he's in misery／tryin to cop a plea
Led to his head／from gun clapper number 3
See／lick off a shot you no dick rida
Lick a shot punani／not gun fire
Now everybody wanna be dongongon
All around new york niggas be talkin／but we be stalkin
In the docks when the gun starts buckin
But in the day／be wary of where you be walkin
Chorus
Don't...don't....don't you ever mention bout you wan
Tess the champion sound
Leave it to de people that can you know that can
When people see them a ball fa
Leave!
Verse two：
Me naw sex／me ruff like the wicked you fe me
The motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see
Original／criminal／run in town／crime pays
Thats when i practised／your act if／you wan get blasted
By my nine shot／come around my block／pon the night spot
In the pine box／murderah...botty bwoy killa／golden power filla
We bout to get illa
Sound bwoy／ya got nuff reason to worry
Cummin wit my troops／we about to bury
Betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry／ease off sean
Lookin at my pager／it's about that time
To load up the 9／and do my derelict crime
Warriors／conquerors／the man before ya
Mr. ripper／a.k.a. the enemy killa
My man wit the weed／is my man in deed
And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed
Talkin bout you have sound／ah my sound you wan tess
You neva know／that when it comes to championship
Is we dat have de management
And carry mack／use you for good use／cuz wee de good crew
Leave!
Verse three：
Laud!／some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke
As i retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots
Target pon sight／trick up and cock
Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk
Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year
Here comes the bootcamp／slide it to the rear
Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots
More untouchable／than niggas wit de chicken pox
So／emcees get lifted when i'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya grill／cause louisville packs the biscut
In the session／smif n wessun／o-g's see／gun clapper number 1
Wit my nigga d-o-g....
We bring the realness／feel this／boom it's black moon reveal
This
We come to let you know／what the deal is
Straight up we serve justice／so if you can't be trusted
May you return where the dust is..
There is many sound thats goin around／and goin on
And gwan like a clown／but i'm tellin you..clean up your act
And come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de
Evenin／now everthing changed...
6.K.i.m.(Keep It Movin)
When the booms bye close (yo we got to keep it movin)
When your shorties act up (aiyo, we got to keep it movin)
When the spilly get hot (straight up, we got to keep it movin)
When shit just don't stop (yo, son, yo we just got to keep it
movin)
Whose that knockin at my door？
Hope it's a friend of me, cuz we at war wit the enemy
We keep eyes out for spies, out in our cipher
All man trifler, if i'mma take a life, then i'ma die of lifer
Unless i control the stress, ease off roll off the set, get wit
tek
Walk around again wit mr. brown and his jamaican friend
Never to sleep again, unless i want my life to end
Take a rest blood, let me take watch of the battlefield
Mr. ripper mp, do these'll kill
Any and every enemy befriended we
Don't believe the forefront of the industry
Cuz your man makes the brain feel soothin
Constant elevation, so we gotta keep it movin
Now when ya set gets hot (we got to keep it movin)
And when it's time to get dough (we got to keep it movin)
It's time to big up the spot, kid (so let's get it movin)
Gotta let these heads know (time to get it movin)
From dusk to dawn, i get it on wit the world
I face drama that trace from me, back to my momma
So to be a man, the plan is to never sit
Where i lay my head to rest, at night, less my guns right
Under my pillow or right near me
Nightmares don't scare me, but what happens at night, got me
leary
So fear me, cuz i'm like the ones that truce
Wit somethin in the mid section for protection
I reckin you, take a second or two
To recollect for a few, while i connect wit my crew
And keep it movin, and get rocks to bill
Blocks to seal, dome, ya big up cops to kill
When we on to the con game (yo, it's got to keep it movin)
When it's cee-lo, bank is low (we got to keep it movin)
When the dough run out (straight up, we got to keep it movin)
When the stash is gone (aiyo, we got to keep it movin)
We comin through, all you hear is ten boots stompin
Got you shittin in you're drawers, just starin, lookin, watchin
What's our next move？ hope it's not in you direction
Cuz you know you're fucked up and left home without connection
Coward ass niggas want beef wit the ruckus in us
Pawn box that ass, and shift ya back to ya sender
It's all about reality
Now follow me, into the thoughts of a high mad man
Knuckles all swollen, blood drippin from my hand
Kinda lost it for a sec, cuz i snap now and then
Every since the beast threw his glock to my chin
Now i'm livin wit the grudge for the fuzz
Pullin off the buds on the corner wit a group of hooded thugs
Whose the herb of the day？ don't hate and pay to the cause
That keeps us off all day, i rip the pocket, o.g.c. did the
shootin
This milli's gettin blown, so we got to keep it movin
7.Bucktown
(steele)
I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my side
No frontin', just in case i gotta smoke some
Around here headz don't act their age
Ya might be another dead boy on the front page
Enter the cipher... withcha lighter
El's are ready, prepare to run another all nighter
But keep watch for the cops cuz they rock glocks
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots
Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets
Cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats
I guess they hold a grudge cuz i won't budge
Playin' tough, starin' down da judge with my hand's cuffed
Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, awww yeah
Now i'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it cuz i'm brown or is it niggaz i'm from bucktown？
Bucktown!!! home of the originoo gunn clapperz! (x8)
(tek)
Got five mc's that wanna come test we
Got ya noses hangin' ovea da trees
Bring on your sounds kid, drown by my massive
Kill your body boy and take your lover for hostage
Knock knock, maybe not the fourshots empty
On the violator that was sent out to get me
I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's black
But still i'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet jack
Bucktown, i represent it on the love love
Deeply rooted from my timbs to by dick above
Don't sweat the buldge comin' from my hip
Grip what ya did hit when i let my tool click
Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark
Heltah skeltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart
Here come the rude boys with the ganja plants
Smif-n-wesson and i roll with the boot camp
Bucktown!!! home of the originoo gunn clapperz! (7x)
Home of the originoo...
Home of the originoo...
Bucktown!!! home of the originoo gunn clapperz!
(tek)
Another murderer, just another prankster
Rude boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta
Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets
Test da wrong dread, now i'm in eternal sleep
Mr. ripper i lurk in da stuy
Twist da ganja 'cause i want ta get high
With my breaddren, a boodah session
Learn ya lesson
Or get blasted by mr. smif or mr. wessun
(steele)
Bucktown's everywhere i swear
It's clear to me
You feel the weed, now i really see
Night falls around the way
Originoo heads come out to play
Puff herb, break day
It's just a regular, everyday state of being i
Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time
I find reality follows me where i roam
360 degrees back home in...
Bucktown!!! home of the originoo gunn clapperz! (8x)
8.Stand Strong
I walk around town with the pound strapped down,
That's only because it's mad real in bucktown.
It gets mad deep in the streets,
When you gotta watch ya back for beasts,enemies even ya peeps.
I step to my business stand strong on my own two,
Do what i have have to do to get true.
If you for real then you know the deal,
I do or die and i never ran never will.
Verse 1
Daybreak sneaks upon my camp once more,
Niggas drowning in blackness stretched on da floor.
Breakfast is served the killa dilla from the sky,
Aw boy go head me but no boy wan die!
Watch the thin line 'nough rap and reality,
Get yourself hurt even cause fatal causality.
See, let me explain this ain't no game,
The words you talking have you coming right up out your frame.
You understand where i'm coming from slim,
Bucktown's the state of mind that i'm trapped in.
If you want to see me have some sensei,
Keep your actions real everything will be ire.
Wicked minded youth dem'll lick off a shot,
Cause the roots silly around my way to get hot.
Had to relocate, update with my inner,
Feel and destroy when i step in the center.
A decipher in the night, woo rolled tight,
Boot camp click no doubt that's right.
Now you sank in the sadem, asking me to stop them,
From throwing away your sloppy double chinned husband.
Mr. ripper i got lyrics out the tims,
Hurt dem pride so bad make ya never talk again.
Now you call yourself a man, i cram to understand,
Never step into ya business less ya got a clan.
When i come around the block,
I give mad love to the heads that i know,
While the heads that i don't know watch.
As i step to my business they witness me,
Consistently building with my family.
Jealously makes them enemies,
So when i'm nice step correctly and my ？？？？
Individuals who chose to use life for granted,
What cha' gon when it's demanded.
When your boys leave ya stranded in the mist,
Of a battle where you get that ass shattered at your own risk.
I hope ya niggas get right this time,
Cause in this life of mine i'm going out for crime.
And i believe, you got to take what you want to achieve,
Some do have tricks up them sleeves(but we).
Crack down on the wack found background bucktown
Get down if your with then now.
Cause what's happening theres a whole lot of flappin',
But watch what'll happen if we bring gun clappers in.
Boot camp organizing in the streets,
In the industry on the rise with my peeps, but don't sleep.
Cause you only manage to gain a mental block on your brain,
Or a glock to your frame.
Basic training boot camp don't let shit slide,
So we be ready for what be on the brick side.
Straight like that beat minus for ya crumbs!!
9.Next Shit
Blaka! that's my alarm clock a-shot
Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock
Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team
Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, i mean
Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind
Pullin off things wit his partners in crime
Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty sniff riders
Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties
Loungin on his strip wit his timbs and his meth
His right hands man, on his side, to the left
Never leave the drink without packin the burner
Got the streets smart, seen for killin be murdered
It's, no relaxin, just taxin
Stoned is the way of the walk, when you black and
Supportin habits is gettin too hectic
Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' next shit
(talking on phone)
Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes and ways
That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays
I think about the hustlin games, should i maintain
Or flip and di-shift to the fast lane？
We got a mind, but it takes dough to make bread
We workin wit cement try to make bricks
Time to make a call and get on the ball
(can't front g cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)
Heads recognize me, so they might supply me
But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me
But i ＆ i keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin
Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever
We can do this for worse or for better
Me and my partner n crime, is going thru this together
So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gon
do
To set this shit straight
And that's word to my breadwin madman
Give the left hand, and in response, say hello to my timberland
Rack emcees up, and i crack emcees up
Pass the owl, so i can twist these trees up
Boot camp clik sick entire loose click
Snooze while me and my crew do some next shit
(talking)
Big up original crooks from the side of the earth
Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth
We represent the hearts of the criminilistic,
Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit
Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now
Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background
If so, let me know, cuz i gotta keep a steady flow
Step to my biz like so,
When i show individuals skills on the battle field
Any muffie test, see we out for call
Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the camp
Blue chip on his show, get trampled
Another villain is planned just banned, dead
We take the banner and wrap around the head of an
Original dead boy down wit the devil
Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level
Stoned is the way of the walk, stoned is the way of the walk,
yeah
Stoned is the way of the walk, stoned is the way of the walk, my
nigga
Stoned is the way of the walk, stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk, stoned is the way of the way of
the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk my nigga...
Stoned is the way of the walk in new york,
Shit is real, so they pack steel
Stoned is the way of the walk my nigga...
Stoned is the way of the walk, stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk, stoned is the way of the walk,
walk
Stoned is the way of the walk, stoned is the way of the walk, my
nigga
Stoned is the way of the walk, stoned is the way of the walk,
walk
Stoned is the way of the walk, stoned is the way of the walk, my
nigga
Stoned is the way of the walk, in new york, shit is real
So stoned is the way of the walk...
10.Cession At Da Doghillee
I flow fluidly, though i be the being of your bee's wax
Ease back, fo' i squeeze that
We don't need that, do we, do we？
Rap style, groupie, a dog like tin, that's why you scared to
step to me
Do we, have to result in fisticuffs？
See i get swifter myself, that's when the ruck erupts
So think not, of what i am, and what i do
Just recognize in the murder mic, i rule
How many corny mc gon' try？
Fifty mc, forty of dem done die
Run wit heltah skeltah, through the realms of the dark
If a nigga rift, then i'mma let the 4-4 bark
Everybody knows, where my notty head grows
I turn into a lethal weapon, and start steppin on toes
I, waste no time, when i move mine
Grab my glock, and then i clear the stuff, like i was code nine
Why you wanna fuck wit my boot camp？
Boot camp, survivin the preview and
Fuck wit my bucktown group
And in the night, the night, who roll the tight
Why you wanna fuck wit my boot camp？
Boot camp, survivin the preview and
Comin through, representin boot camp clik
In the night, who roll tight
Wack mc's, have best to beware
That i fears no fears, and that's word to my dry tear
I brake ya whole fuckin crew in half
Feel the wrath, as the gunn clappaz clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color blind
Signed on the dotted line, it's how i live my lifetime
Reality hit me at some degrees
Now my eyes bleed (why？) because i just smoked a bag of weed
Bringin forth heltah skeltah, be the big rock, god help ya
I beat more ass, then mom dukes leather belt
I gets open like doors when i be droopin
Trademark be bootin, baggin pants roopin
Hoopin and hollerin, nigga shut ya mug
Cuz i might have ya swallowin, a whole bunch of slugs
Cuz i'm bugged and my dome piece, roam in the streets
Wit my chrome, i'mma blast it, my caps magic, i get that ass
quick
Nuff men a die, nuff men a come try
To test the worry, i me no know why
A new breed of conquerors is on the rise
Step to my boot camp and catch black eyes
From the heltah skeltah, the gunn da clappaz
Smif-n-wessun comin thru stompin out all you wack rappers
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy head fed
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed like your man bled
We gettin twisted as our timb's cover pavement
Flowin state to state, pickin up the next payment
Yo thoughts smell, violator to the left
Four slugs hit them chest, no more, no less
So think about it, abort your mission, it's impossible
Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the hospital
You silly wabbit, trix／tricks are for kids, don't you know that？
Fuck wit my boot camp, and get your wig pushed back
Why you wanna fuck wit my boot camp？
Boot camp, survivin the preview and
Comin through, representin boot camp clik
In the night, who roll tight
I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville
Step to the boot camp, somebody get killed by me
The t-o-p, d-o-g, or my nigga mr. s-t-r-a-n-g
Some of ya niggas be tryin to pull the trigga
But i figure, i could bust that ass just a little quicker
Time to catch wreck, and back to the set
Where all them rules, them cock in check
All up in ya muthafuckin grill, i be steele
Comin through wit my wreckin crew, so i reckon you keep it real
If not, i'm blowin spots, on whoever be showin glocks
And what nots, walkin around fakin mad rocks
The only rock i know is b.i.g., wakin up and i double
G-h, wit that nigga r-u-c-k
Better be ready to be jetty if you petty
Cuz if it wasn't already said, we dangerous and deadly
You better recognize or recollect, i reck a set wit a
Tek, and we askin, we blastin
Now from this you might think the steele is trife
I earn my strife, cuz i deal wit the real in life
And i reveal my knife, to cut you loose
I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you useless
Cuz, time upon time, i find
If you remain blind, you get left behind
But we, see very clearly, so step up to the front
Cuz this is where we, represent on the lovely
For you and get praise due to the father above me
Cuz we ain't here to attack, or, when we take the backs off
The wack rappers that jack off
That's all that's it, strictly the bumpin shit
Niggas don't even know what they fuckin wit
11.Hellucination
Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough
Strobe light affect, everything's movin slow
Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home
Stagger to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk
(aiyo ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition
There's money to bait and i'm in the mood to go fishing)
Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass
My habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash
(do what you gotta do, cuz i'm on my way in the car
Cuz when i get there, yo we outie like tamar) right right easy
(now i'm off to the south to get more info on this dough i heard
about
Gotta make sure everything secure
Can't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands
The man's out heavy today
I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)
Damn, i'm ready, high noon, the man's out
Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce
Grabbed a fatigue, strapped out the generals
Proper attire for all criminals
Blazed up the clip, loads up the 4／5th
If a boy riff, leave a body their stiff
Who dem man there gon rap on my door
Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (yo it's me)
Who that (st, what up) aight hold up son, let me put it back on
safety
(aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets
Twist up some trees before we jet)
True, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee
Even though you know it make our pockets go empty
(but no less about to starved into free men
So whenever we finish we gon bag up this spinach)
Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1
The dred around the corner, just try to blast ruck and dunn
(i knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid
Forget about the dough, let's do it
I see you already strapped pa, so i'll meet you
Outside, cuz my gats back in the car
How far must one go
Before he throw his whole entire life right out the window)
(talking)
And a dead boy, and i don't even know
(aiyo he looks like the dred, that hooked us up on the low)
What you say fly？
(thinkin out loud, just caught me in the zone
I'll tell you all about it on the way home)
Whatever, i'mma send this nigga to his essence
Fuckin wit the family, know he gotta learn a lesson
And you know he ain't yardy right
Some boy gon get dead tonight
As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from cannabis
Niggas bout to get scandalous
(arguing and gunshots)
Gotta be gon the double, i think i seen them all tumble
But on the left there's trouble
Undercover had to spill staked out
Watchin the whole thing go down, yo it's time to brake out
The 4／5th as i shift and drive
Cuz every mind right here might not leave alive
Son why you stallin？ hop on the ballin
Get us outta here before we be the next fallin
Right now, this whole shit is bug, we the thugs
Yet the beast comin up showin niggas love
Took our burners, gave us dap, let us bounce
Now it's back to the dog house, to smoke the next ounce
(talking)
Who could believe them beats left us alone
And took the chrome that's in one of our own back home
And not only that kid, check
How money that we just did, was that connect
For the cash, them pigs must of had dips for the stash
That ain't that some shit for ya ass
Troops say, ya never liked this pretty ass anyway
But that shit wit the pigs co-made my day
Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast
Even watched out for the ones so called the beast
But anyway, you know we high right now
Doin it like this, the original crook style
12.Home Sweet Home
This is the story of a place, that we call home
Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam
Everybody's on the scramble, life's a gamble
Hoppin on the white horse, tryin to get a handle
On the fast pace that we call the last race
Step wit precaution when you enter this place
We got a spot on every block that makes ya dreams come true
Just come correct wit the snapses or ya doo
Don't come cryin broke, still tryin to cop the dope
What parts of no, do not you understand bro
We can't afford to take shorts or be playing sports
Empires need to be built, mack 10's bought
Or even caught for them deceased ass hustlers
And we still got the pound for ya living muthafuckas
What goes around comes back to the roots
See you at the revolution and crooklyn, true
We live in brooklyn baby
We try to make it baby
We gonna make it baby
We live in brooklyn baby
Another day, another dollar dead
Pigs rushin the crib to catch a collar now i'm fed
What the face now, me and my people's taste crown
Stayin face down, while k-9's sniffs around
What they found was irrelevant, the weed cuz
They was sent to represent and cause a ruckus amongst us
Now i got more pigs rushin we, handcuffin me
Takin hold of we, in the custody
For blushin in, rasta boy restin in peace
After going through the bullshit, we in release
To hit the streets, where the war still off for all of y'all
Cuz they kept rule locked behind the wall
No time at all, no fake, no jacks
Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't even know what happen
I'll be glad when my man come home
Cuz in the zone muthafuckas grab ya chrome
The eye three time, as lead transpire
Currency change, change from yours to mine
Greenbacks talk bullshit, floats on water
Pager goin off, call comin from headquarters
I was told if the secret code appears
It means some bwoy want dead, prepare for warfare
Fuck the truth, we bringin the noose for ya loose talk
So think smart, or rest in parts if ya do start
I fucks wit, the poor, so fuck being rich
Word is bond, there's a muthafuckin war goin on
Stand strong, on ya own two, mista
Or come confront the grim ripper
Black hoodie on, black dusty fatigues
Bloody red afro, puffin on the black weed (on three)
He lurks in the shadow, so when you sleep in the battle
That'll be, and tell ya punk lib to tattle
Salute, to each and every hood label truth
Doin what you gotta do to bring in the loot
Huh, the time has come for armageddion
Give nurture to your seeds, and load up ya guns, dunn
Now catchin vibes, that somethin ain't right
Gettin little hits, stomach fillin up tight
Damn, these little nappy head cheap trait bastards
Run around town wit the cronz trynna blast shit
Ain't nuthin sweat like the dark streets of bedstuy
Creepin population, endin up in c.i.
Take a ride through the flatbush side
See the dred and he caught for support, hit me off wit the lye
Now slide, through the ville, death row, say hello
To the fam that stick to k.i.m. that's planned
Toward the east, somethin's goin on
So burn the buds, and all my people in medina stay strong
13.Wipe Ya Mouf
Walkin down the street, watchin you, clockin me
Could it be because i'm magnetic, yet it gives me a fuckin
headache
Cuz it's pathetic when niggas jump on ya dick and sweat it
But it gets hectic, when i set it off, by sick jazz niggas pop
stressin
Smif-n-wessun, from the corner of my red eyes, i peeped you
But you don't know, cuz i rock my rag real low, move slow
Cuz you might get moved on, can't even get my crews on
Without niggas puttin they screws on, shit ain't cool son
Cuz soon one day i feel i'm gonna have to lay somebody for real
A deal is, but steele is strictly business
So when dick riders slide around, i dismiss shit
And get wit, boot camp clik, how we flip shit
On the regular, forever stay on our own dick
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, you twist up ganja
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, you big money spender
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, you no follower
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, for jah rastafari
I'm pullin you're coats to the side of the block, we've all been
to
See them on the corner when you're lookin out ya window
The dick riders, on dick riders boulevard
You'se that large, and even got to look hard
You got a couple probably at the crib as we speak
In ninety now, ain't no woman town for the weak
Don't laugh though, stress'll make a nigga hurt somethin
Precede to get some yard weed cuz the dred is pumpin
And as i approach and greetin by my cuz roach
'what up, ya high ass nigga, yo, you're shits the dope!'
And then he just k.i.m., keep it moving, damn
And now here comes the dick riders screamin 'you da man'
Until i turn my back, bet to quick to grab the gat
The head dick rider said 'i know where he live at'
See that's what i'm talkin, suckin dick while you're walkin
Now you'se the target of the boot camp stalk kids
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, you no cop blocker
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, you do ganja hot seller
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, for number 1 mama
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, for the rebel winner
Aiyo haktu (what up son？) you know money over there？ (nah)
The one who wan stare over here like i'm tried scared
Me, or maybe check what i wear, see i represent lovely
For my timb tree to my d-i-c-k, every day, all day, we stay read
up
If you ride dicks, then shut up, keep it movin, cuz
I'm fed up
You took the words right out my mouth, st
Got niggas ridin we, tryinna suck on these trees
Pockets full of lent, hummers browner than shit
Wanna suck and duck, cuz he's the neighborhood dick
Rider, if i was a bag of smoke, would i be chocolate？
It's smif-n-wessun, keep our dick out ya mouth kid
14.Let's Git It On
Ah-yea, ah
I don't think these peeps know
Yo it's finally on for real, duke
Brothers better recognize
Smif-n-wessun up in the chain
Bucktown, boot camp, bring it son
Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry
And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts
(meet up with my people on the corner) {in the morn}
(get zoned get {on} now prepare to get it {on})
What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes
And those who fake (may be a taste of this)
Ah, true, now what them gon' do, when smif-n-wessun come lookin
for you
Sin! (i'm comin wit my boot camp clik) yea (my troops)
Bringin da ruckus, rock and the rap crew, that switch just to
get loot
(not tryin to go out like the recipe, the best
Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin less)
Git it on! (smif-n-wessun and we do it like this)
Git it on, i've been playin my dues for the longest
(no more callin from chest to chest) to whose the strongest
I got ya block on lock, now you gettin dropped
New on and on, {smif-n-wess, and we never shop}
(the underground flavor is major, i check ya later
Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)
No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets
With my peeps (get with mr. walt)
Tell him hit us off with this phat beat
(hit the sack and rip the track back to back)
Feelin the vibe (come around the clik, catchin contacts
We bringin drama to y'all wannabe) {do me a favor}
(and bring on the real mc's
Respect the i representative) it's smif-n-wessun
(sent to give you a rundown on how it is) yo how it is, dunn？
(we do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)
{so let's git it on!}
Beef knockin at my front door, time to face drama once more
(once and for all) settle the score
(i could feel the heat from the hot concrete
Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)
Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive
(bucktown!) boot camp if you could!
(the trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)
All the same game (just mingle wit a different name)
When beef gets thick, i stick wit my boot, mr. rippa
Mr. fix, the awesome bricks
(no doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)
Smif-n-wessun representin from the cradle to the grave!
15.P.n.c. Intro
16.P.n.c.(Partners N Crime)
Grab a hold of your heart and visualize it's a kickin
A hollow point slug comin outta black biscuit
You ain't just from death, we round to the corner, comin quick
We method outta minds and just don't give a shit
God damn it, gun shots we bust from the clip
Wicked bad boy, snatch the burner on my hip
So feel ya hopes and get dead mr. buster
Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas
Chief the black bar hard, to do a rabbi
You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die
All these mc's wit they fancy names and games
I know from the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game
Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain
(talking)
All heads realize, recognize, smif-n-wessun on the rise
You better recognize, i'm beamin each and every individual
Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth
The heads that represent around the way
Showin and provin, keepin it movin, until they break day
Realize what's before ya eyes
Then see if you see the same real as we
When i say smif-n-wessun, this is what i mean
Nothin alive, of rid dreams could never come between
Original clik, roll thru the thin
And when shit got thick, we still manage to stick
Doing crimes wit deceptagons, up inside of the times
Help me at times, and keep our minds organize
So our knees won't bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, crime partners til the end
(talking)
From the heart of where it all started
Bucktown, boot camp representin for all the dearly departed
Next, we comin to speak to the real mc's
Cuz the weak mc's, will win the breeze
Smif-n-wessun hold the remedy, runnin wit the boot camp
On the search for the enemy
And the crew happens to be amongst we
Fuck this, we bring them to court and serve justice
See me and my clik got a thing going on
True to the game and the love makes us strong
For every day trials and tribulations
You try to stop us, get rocked by the nation
See my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya
Leave ya back broke and ya body slumped over
The war is on and the stakes is gettin high
You kill 'em on dead, if them shit where them lie
It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps
Bumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps
Pigs, harass that ass for the drug cash
Armageddeon soon come keep the gun stash
But for the meanwhile, cess ease the stress
Takin gun shots through the nose, through the chest
Bless the sensee, that get me irie
And all praises due to all mighty
(talking)
Before i go to bed, i take a l to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, god rest his soul, i was told stand bold
When under pressure, don't fold
To my brother, my nigga rambo, you know we love ya
I wish ya was around, to see us rip through the underground
Smif-n-wessun dedicate this to my man sean grady, the r
One love baby
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