[Tek]

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]



[Steele]

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]



[Steele]

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



[Tek]

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]



[Steele]

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