Smif-n-Wessun

"Guess who's the Black Trump" (Raekwon)

(Steele) (Raekwon)
I had to get some real professionals for the job, son
(Numerous cats) Word up
(That's right) Official niggas word up
(This is what you call ?) Straight blazin through what
Raise the roof is what we came to do (Like hash browns)
Blazin through, blazin through (Pass that African black gold over here)
Raise the roof is what we came to do
Blazin through, blazin through (You know how we rock)
Raise the roof is what we came to do (Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop)

(Steele)
Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra
Poisonous venom into your system killin you slower
Than niggas wit blowers to your jugler
My brother's keeper but I put my brother to sleep
If my brother try to creep up
You know my son, show respect when I'm rockin the podium
Steam-rollin on niggas, my team straight blowin em
Got em Throwin they Gunz In The Air like Onyx
Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York's finest

(Raekwon)
Let me warn y'all killas upstairs
I seen all y'all, heavy like f**k, thinkin my niggas might flaw y'all
Blow ya ammo, Shallah seen the god fly commando
Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off
I'm lookin at you why, like "f**k, you probably think I'm high"
Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from E-gypt
Me what? Hennesy drink, mahogany guns, we treesed up
Come out your shirt, buckle knees-up
This Casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up
Let's poly, slow-mo status, bring the keys up
Wonderin, runners is lookin mighty fees'd up
Right stupid, FBI sell em ? guns

(Tek)
Make this money, niggas hold up guns
Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones
Baby need new shoes and a outfit
I see you stick-up kids, you came wit the dick lick
You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick?
Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch
You heard about em
Now open up the circle so the dice can breathe
Pay you double, if you triple, if you push you pay me

(Chorus)
Gotta poly wit ya crew to stack ya loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
If you step into the club wit your guns up
If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up
You gotta keep it in the fam, stack ya loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
When you step into the club wit ya guns up
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up


Never before we came to raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Still in all we came to raise the roof up

(R) Minolta flash
(S) Gun in the stash
(T) Rollin for mo' hash
(R) Tek, why you slap fire out em, hold fast
(T) These niggas gotta pay the hard way
(All) Three the hard way
(R) Allah swingin on em like a San Diego Padre

(Steele)
You heard what the god say, let's start this
Professional marksman, swimmin like killa sharks
We lethal and heartless
On point like a dart, bitch
Bomb your camp if you want this
Connect wit convicts on some Don shit

(Tek)
And spread the camouflage cats to get the money in Stat
Go to war like Saadam if he pushes you that
Keep his movements discreet when he out in the streets
Had to stash built to high heat for those who creep

(Steele)
Ha, peep the ghetto bastards
Run in your crib like two masked men
I run wit a Tek, and we ain't askin, we blastin
Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten
Rhyme official live broadcastin, makin it happen

(Tek)
You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules
Hold my eight straight 'cause I been payin dues
Wave king from way back tryin to make a mill stack
Miami money cats that leave you layin down flat

Chorus
*Replace "When you step into the club wit ya guns up"
w/ "When you layin in the cut wit ya guns tucked"*

*Steele chanting "raise the roof up*

(Raekwon)
It's on again
Word up, put your hands down
Word up, this shit is multi
Y'all gonna see it, word up
Smiff, Wess, Lex
*Steele chanting "the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire*
From the projects, phony projects
Next!
(We don't need no water, like the Cocoa B's burn)
(Gotta poly wit your crew to stack ya loot up)
(Get ya weight up, big up, pull ya boots up)
(When you step into the club wit the guns up)
(If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up)

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...

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...

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...

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...

(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 allnighter
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 hands 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 I'm from Bucktown?

(Hook)
BUCKTOWN!!! Home Of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (x8)

(Tek)
Got five MC's that wanna come test we
Got ya nooses 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 Tims 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

(Hook)
BUCKTOWN!!! Home Of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (7x)
Home Of Da Originoo...
Home Of Da Originoo...
BUCKTOWN!!! Home Of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz!



(Tek)
Another murderer, just another prankster
Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a Gangstea
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...

(Hook)
BUCKTOWN!!! Home Of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (8x

(Tek)
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

(Chorus)
We live in Brooklyn baby
We try to make it baby
We gonna make it baby
We live in Brooklyn baby

(Steele)
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

(Chorus (with Tek shoutin out))

(Tek)
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

(Steele)
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

(Tek)
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.

(Steele)
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

(Chorus to fade)

[Chorus: Tek (Steele)]
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)

[Steele]
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

[Tek]
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

[Chorus: Steele (Tek)]
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)

[Steele]
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

[Chorus: Tek (Steele)]
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)

[Tek]
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

(Intro: Rock)
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

(Steele) (Tek) {both}
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)

(Chorus 4X: Tek (Steele))
Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)

(Tek) (Steele) {both}
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!}

(Chorus 4X)

(Steele) (Tek)
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!

(Chorus 4X)

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...

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.

<chorus>

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.

<chrous>

Straight like that beat minus for ya crumbs!!

(Where Brooklyn at?) repeated

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
(I am what I am) / And I do what I do
(Puff mad lye) / Catch wreck with my crew

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, 'cause 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
Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)
Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)
Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)
I am what I am / (And I do what I do)

Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)
Strap up the arms 'cause it's time to be jetty.
(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)
Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.
(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.
(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)
Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND
EAST RIVER SINKIN'.
Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.
(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)
Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.
(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)
But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)
And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, 'cause
(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)
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...)

[Steele]
I walk around Town with my pound strapped down to my side
No frontin' just in case I gotta smoke some
Around here heads don't act their age
Ya might be another dead Boy on the front page
Enter the cipher...with ya lighter
El's are ready prepare to run another all-nighter
But keep watch for the Cops 'cause they rock glocks
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots
Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets
'Cause we stalk mad deep when they walk beats
I guess they hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge
Playin' tough, starin' down da Judge with my hands 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 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown?

BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers! [x8]

[Tek]
Got five MC's that want to come test we
Got ya nooses hangin' over 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 four shots 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 Tims to by dick above
Don't sweat the bulge comin' from my hip
Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click
Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark
Helter Skelter 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 da original gun clappers! [x7]
Home of da original...
Home of da original...
BUCKTOWN!!! Home of da original gun clappers!

[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 sky
Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high
with my brethren, a buddha 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
Original 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 da original gun clappers! [x8]

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 can't 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 want to 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 want to 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/

that's 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 that's goin around/and goin on/

and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/

and come to de livestock 'cause you a deadstock from mornin to de

evenin/now everthing changed...

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.



<chorus>



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 there's 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.



<chrous>



Straight like that beat minus for ya crumbs!!

(Tek)
To all my peeps locked down, comin back 2 life
I know it's been a mega zone, since I sen't you this kite
But I had to K.I.M., you know the city don't sleep
Put 50 cents in your commisary, reach you next week
The streets still in a shangle, since we last broke bread
And Baby Ra got left, O.T. two in the head
Seen Black cop the ack, you know his numbers ain't match
He still runnin tack jobs from the days of way back
And look at Jose, is wild now, gave birth to my first child
And they move John back to the Isle
Still tryin to hold my dough to see mom straight
Gotta scribe from Jahard said he maxed a rapper's weight
For a rep to 5-10, before we lock in
Askin how's my rappin, wanna know if I'm still boxin
In the center that's the sum, now he been gone for 12 summers
Round the same time a vapor leather b bombers

(scratched up samples of Mobb Deep's "Trife Life")

(Tek)
For the love of money, Red is facin a 8-20
Could of had a 1-3 but the streets were hot and days were sunny
Some niggas stayin runnin for the love of money
Went up to Antarc, slick mix sergeant country

(Steele)
A god a scribe from the god foundation
Same thing nuthin changed, he's maintainin
Just takin everyday, he stay inside and stride
Build a whip, a tard, a nepher, trying to stay alive
Tell the god Ja Rule, I'm comin to see him in the fu'
Next V.I., soon as I finish takin care of B.I.
I see why that nigga Kay be ready to flip


But let him know Rhino's home, f**kin wit the clique, shit
Imagine if Blueman was there, oh my god
I know that's somethin for the ward and the fair
Oh yeah, if you bump into my nigga Rubble
Tell him me and his brother Sigh got the bundle when he come thru

(more scratched up samples of "Trife Life, and talking)

(Tek)
Told ya moms, tell me stop shittin on me, take the block with my phone
Don't forget about a dog when he away from home
You know I'm trying to blow, but I can still spread love
'cause he been down for too long, and I ain't seen him in the hood
Plus I always say I'll visit, switch at the last minute
He respect and overstand that I'm takin care of business
But still ain't all, he needs to accept these calls
The one you pass on your way, be the same one you fall
And that's a fact that's been proven till this day it don't pay
To go against the grain and betray family
Plus I just seen Shack he said you change, actin funny
But he don't even wet it, 'cause he still gettin money
Son, I be straight, f**kin wit the day from when ya bitch show
Niggas be frontin, but I be reppin bad bro
You know the inside coincide with the out
When I come out, that's half the things we talk about

(Steele)
To all my people lock down, comin back 2 life
We workin hard to bring you home, so we can do this right
I know it's rough in the day, even rougher at night
Hold ya crown, 'cause we ready, and we down to fight

(more samples of "Trife Life")

"Guess who's the Black Trump" (Raekwon)

(Steele) (Raekwon)
I had to get some real professionals for the job, son
(Numerous cats) Word up
(That's right) Official niggas word up
(This is what you call&nbsp;?) Straight blazin through what
Raise the roof is what we came to do (Like hash browns)
Blazin through, blazin through (Pass that African black gold over here)
Raise the roof is what we came to do
Blazin through, blazin through (You know how we rock)
Raise the roof is what we came to do (Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop)

(Steele)
Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra
Poisonous venom into your system killin you slower
Than niggas wit blowers to your jugler
My brother's keeper but I put my brother to sleep
If my brother try to creep up
You know my son, show respect when I'm rockin the podium
Steam-rollin on niggas, my team straight blowin em
Got em Throwin they Gunz In The Air like Onyx
Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York's finest

(Raekwon)
Let me warn y'all killas upstairs
I seen all y'all, heavy like f**k, thinkin my niggas might flaw y'all
Blow ya ammo, Shallah seen the god fly commando
Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off
I'm lookin at you why, like "f**k, you probably think I'm high"
Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from E-gypt
Me what? Hennesy drink, mahogany guns, we treesed up
Come out your shirt, buckle knees-up
This Casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up
Let's poly, slow-mo status, bring the keys up
Wonderin, runners is lookin mighty fees'd up
Right stupid, FBI sell em&nbsp;? guns

(Tek)
Make this money, niggas hold up guns
Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones
Baby need new shoes and a outfit
I see you stick-up kids, you came wit the dick lick
You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick?
Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch
You heard about em
Now open up the circle so the dice can breathe
Pay you double, if you triple, if you push you pay me

(Chorus)
Gotta poly wit ya crew to stack ya loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
If you step into the club wit your guns up
If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up
You gotta keep it in the fam, stack ya loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
When you step into the club wit ya guns up
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up


Never before we came to raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Still in all we came to raise the roof up

(R) Minolta flash
(S) Gun in the stash
(T) Rollin for mo' hash
(R) Tek, why you slap fire out em, hold fast
(T) These niggas gotta pay the hard way
(All) Three the hard way
(R) Allah swingin on em like a San Diego Padre

(Steele)
You heard what the god say, let's start this
Professional marksman, swimmin like killa sharks
We lethal and heartless
On point like a dart, bitch
Bomb your camp if you want this
Connect wit convicts on some Don shit

(Tek)
And spread the camouflage cats to get the money in Stat
Go to war like Saadam if he pushes you that
Keep his movements discreet when he out in the streets
Had to stash built to high heat for those who creep

(Steele)
Ha, peep the ghetto bastards
Run in your crib like two masked men
I run wit a Tek, and we ain't askin, we blastin
Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten
Rhyme official live broadcastin, makin it happen

(Tek)
You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules
Hold my eight straight 'cause I been payin dues
Wave king from way back tryin to make a mill stack
Miami money cats that leave you layin down flat

Chorus
*Replace "When you step into the club wit ya guns up"
w/ "When you layin in the cut wit ya guns tucked"*

*Steele chanting "raise the roof up*

(Raekwon)
It's on again
Word up, put your hands down
Word up, this shit is multi
Y'all gonna see it, word up
Smiff, Wess, Lex
*Steele chanting "the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire*
From the projects, phony projects
Next!
(We don't need no water, like the Cocoa B's burn)
(Gotta poly wit your crew to stack ya loot up)
(Get ya weight up, big up, pull ya boots up)
(When you step into the club wit the guns up)
(If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up)

(Steele)
I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose
But sometimes the flesh get's weak
And I regret the decision I choose,
but I'm not trying to sing the blues
'cause life goes on, remembering the verse,
Nitty showed me the song
Kept me calm for a minute though
Got me mellowin Juda blaze the Cocoa
But in the back of my mind I still know
I still got a job to do, for real yo
Give thanks for the meal, it's time to peel though
Lick em off, soon be back to bill yo
On the bricks side where it's real for sho
But what's really buried deep in the mind, no one knows
My peeps keep me grounded, so my head don't blow
It's a struggle but the mo, I smoke the mo, my mind flow

Losin my mind, tryin to stay high
Everybody f**kin wit me, 'cause they know I keep a pound of trees
'cause I gotta maintain in me
But I'm losin my mind, tryin to stay high
Gotta link with my B.N.C.

(Tek)
It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil
I can't knock him though, 'cause we was once consider peoples
We broke bread at the same chicks crib, two ribs
We just roughed up gums, we just brushed up
I burglarize my first joint playin with stack money
Who motto was "I die for it" quote from Stack Money
Head cappo, 'cause shots round the big apple
Ain't never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you
Would of sworn he was the throughest, came threw like the prettiest
Big boy Benz, 500-S series
Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s
Bout it to half smoke philly comin out the ash tray
I didn't even know, just knew my man Mr. Brown
And I've been linkin up with dunn for 3 months now


Looked at my kiko asked him, which body cocked thee
Returned to death stair, eye full of blood shot
Try to block it wit a chuckel, hit that shit nigga f**k you
F**k him, pull my coat, just hop up on the dust too
Like it's cool to be smokin on the rulers
Don't hit the spliff, less until you twist the buddhas

(Steele)
I'm losin my mind, rollin my dime
Frame of mind, tryin to lace my weed
That's a muthaf**kin friend I don't need

(Buckshot)
It's a shame, it's a shame, how you blamed your man
For some shit that you been through, but you don't understand
It's a price to pay, the price when you play the game
If you get up in the game, get hit up in the game
I seen niggas snitch just to come home quick
Money came home, but he got hit
In the bubble whip, with the system in it
One shot, fire two, then burst
Shit that's what happen when you thrust
You think you comin home, but you meetin chrome
You really thought you had the throne, 'cause you was the bone
On the block, as the bomb rock, now you
Under a rock, so the money stop, gettin
All the rules of the game, so you plan flop
Niggas seein a vision, tryin to make it to the top

(Steele)
Now I'm losin my mind, gotta take time
If I wanna roll that weed, 'cause you know I gotta roll it in the leaf
Can't f**k with no stemi
I'm losin my mind, smokin my dime
On the lo lo from these
'cause you know them niggas lookin for me
From some shit back from the 80's
I'm losin my mind, f**kin wit ya niggas one time...

Yeah
Y-yeah
Once again
Bucktown usa is the place where I rest
Should I say chill 'cause there ain't no rest for me yet
Shit, I can't say chill .cause the property's hot
Got to get it while the gettin' could be got or get not
'cause of those who cop block, or those who get not
Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked ass cops
To all my g's don't snooze
'cause they crews in blues and whites
Comin' to the pj's lookin' for fights
Mr. officer cool down your temper
Me just cool you n'alf to come like no murderer
I try to do my thing, and you try to take me in
Have me stressed with a bunch of dope fiends in the pen
Then again
That's the place where you see the same face in thew street
Everybody got to charge the beat
Once again
Facin' the magistrate with the screwface
Bounce on the d-a-t-s-t-b, the new case

Chorus:
Bucktown
Home where the grass is greenah
And all the gods and earths choose a court in medina
Bucktown
The place where I received my roots
Got put on to this loot
And got my first tim boots
Bucktown
See me in the g-s-t-0-0
On the side of the road
Gettin' harrassed by po-po's
Bucktown
Home of my b-c-c
And everybody that I roll with, the family

Boot camp's the way of life for a loner like me
Constantly holdin' courts in the street with police
Like the sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em
Said he was a gun man, duke is kinda brawlic
Speaks with an accent,&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;? I would imagine
A hot-headed dred known for jumping into action
We danced a few times
He got his, I got mine
Called the whole force up to pat us down for the crime
Said it's all about a quarter and his veins bleed blue
Your man rudey, juliani fucked it up for you
Ain't gonna be no dice throwin'
Dead that weed blowin'
Domestic violence, automatic fire, he ain't jokin'
Now you first offenders are gettin' hit like predicates
Goin' through the system just for standin' on the strip
Gotta keep an open eye when it's time to cop la
From dirty ass deeds and unmarks ridin' by

(chorus)

Home of the originoo gunn clappaz
And bank safe crackers
Pot-pushin hustlers and everyday jackers
When flauntin' get cautioned if you don't ride with the right crew
?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;? and bust off when they can front on you
I still do
Smoke buds with the thugs
About to face the judge
Show all my niggaz love
I can't knock the hustle, get your cream by all means
Do what you gotta do to live, to feed you and your seeds

Bucktown's everywhere I see
Representatives livin' nocturnally
Break a day on the regular
All night is all right with us
As long as we can get rid of the red we get the better
But never lose your head, just maintain
Only use the cushion pain to ease your brain
No strain
When tek and steele bang
Ain't shit changed from birth
B-c-c degrees, on to them other planes

(chorus)
Fam

(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, 'cause 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 family got banked, he out on 200 foul bail
Myself I don't trust, and that's ya man, so you bust him
'cause every man, know a dead man don't answer questions

(Head Arabic)
It was all love, when push came to shove
I had back, till one kid got clapped
They lock g, for conspiracy, he turn around tryin rattle me, Arabic
I know about this type of shit, snitches do exist
To all my dunns, holdin guns, gettin funds, watch ya self
Thru most of ya crimes by delf

(Chorus)

(Steele)
She said she love me, but she took me for granted, when she panic
Flip the whole street, to some shit I couldn't handle it
From my man from up the hill, what the deal?
The block is heatin up, and I need to cop steel
Come and see me, come bring dough 'cause, I can't afford a freebie
And come alone son, 'cause cats know to be snitchin on TV
Be easy, I'm out but my love wanna tease me
Shorty want some attention, not to mention wanna please me
Hold tight, I'll be back in a flash, don't worry
You got money honey, stop actin funny
Out the door, to care of my B.I.Z.
And I know this muthaf**kas thats eyein me
Is it a set-up, I peel but I make a detour
And come back, and see my shorty talkin wit the law
I witnessed her trappin bout my business
Where I be goin, who I know in the indus-try
She sex me good, but I should of known
Come into this world alone, leave this world alone, word is bond

(Chorus 2X)

Yeah, after Dah Shinin, it all became clear to me
I knew things would be different son
I knew it'd come time for a change
Seems like the time is now

Jah! Rastafarai

Greetings to my soldiers and soldierettes

Jewel on the world, make the earth sink
On the brink of divinity, defying gravity
Reachin' for infinity
Can he be incarcerated by the limits
Stuck, they can't function
Caught up in the scrimage
This game called life only lasts minutes
Once you in it, be in it to win it to the finish

As the sun heats, I put my feet to the concrete
Hard to sleep so I take it to the streets
Hold my head up, try to keep it movin'
Fed up with losin'
I need some air
I think I take a cruise with you
I'm using, what little know how I posess
To keep our familia down to rest
Now I stress defensive tactics
'Cause police seem active
Got me in the crib sleepin' with heat under the mattress

In case of home intrusion:
First the dogs go "bark"
Then about five sparks bringin' light to the dark
Like&nbsp;? does his movement when he's dealin' with math
Or the boss tell his workers where he's keepin' the stash
When that gun blast, better have Jah on your side
Or an act of devine intervention from the most high
I know guys that get a thrill from the kill
And other niggaz, who hold the greed to sling&nbsp;?frills?

Chorus
Demon's tryin' to take my soul away
But they won't get my soul today
Will I get locked up or blown away?
Just stayin' strong is a price to pay
(Repeat)

Damn I haven't worked since I was 'bout 17
They had time busy hangin' out being a drama fiend
I had to run the streets, see what the night brought out
Sneak in the crib
Hear my moms prayin' to God that I sprout


Take all responsibilities like a man would do
'Cause she know that the streets can bring the worst out of you
She told me concentrate on school but what I do about loot?
I wanna push the fat ride, have bitches sweatin' me too
But you know you need dough so you can do the do
And going to class everyday don't bring in no loot
Plus I just been told that I was cold by club bouncers
Standing there hot headed 'bout to set it while they denounce us
Crab niggaz still beggin' for CD's
While brothaz' careers is stuck on halt and freeze
About to face extinction&nbsp;?pockets dead is thinkin'?
Something ain't peace and suicide's part of my thinkin'
Even God don't hear my prayer or him just not care
Got a son in this world, stressed out losin' my hair

Chorus

It's time to take the struggle to the pavement
Let the people know the mayor sent the OK for enslavement
Orders from the government
Official stubborn men with egos runnin' shit
They put the hit out on whoever try to get out
And they are the directors who are dead and&nbsp;?
Even down south in Atlanta
Police play the pawn for their master
It's a disaster, practicing who can kill us faster
For less than nothin' like they did Bobby Huton
Corruption got me clutchin' my rifle for gun bustin'
Somethin's cookin'
Look at the way some faces be lookin'
Cross the bank rock on to Brooklyn, Texas
Even in Houston P's be shootin' us like sitting ducks in groups
And I can't trust who or what
That will explain the way I watch you, plus,
I know the chosen are few
Many come around to proclaim things they know not
Let alone maintain
Shame, some of my worst enemies
Live right around me and look just like me
I see that its time to intensify the movements in front of my eyes
Can't rely on a seeing dog they got me
Or lay and wait for the devil to surprise me, nah G

Chorus (twice)
It only takes a line to make the mind think
Drop a jewel on the world make the earth sink
I'm on the brink of divinity, defying gravity
Reaching for infinity
Plenty be incarcerated by the limits
Stuck they can't function caught up in the scrimage
This game called life only lasts minutes
Once you in it, be in it to win it 'till the finish
(repeat)

(Steele)
Hold me down, I'm movin on the enemy now
For a cause, and he cause ya exort at war
I swore to be dedicated, always elevatin, meditatin
Bout the soldiers who couldn't make it
Take shit forever, that's my position, part of my condition
Is to long live the tradition of the stick n move
Get ya tools ready for construction
We prepare to build or destroy somethin
Brooklyn born, I be Steele on the real
And I feel like gettin it on, yo son what's the deal?
For some reason, niggas be fiendin
And when niggas be fiendin, they be quick to commit treason
But I keep breathin through, though the season do
Be seemin to get alot more hot than usual
So, who can I confide in, who can I trust to bust when I'm ridin
I don't need no last minute surprises
From those who pose as friends but they be lyin
I keep my eye on the snitch that's spyin
Plottin to brake down my whole enterprises
Some niggas soft but some niggas define shit
True soldier ready for war, so don't try shit
Why you get critical, 'cause the spots held down by the general

(Chorus 2X)
There's only a few that could ride wit me
There's only a few that could ride for free
I hold my weight plus yours, when you can't hold ya own
'cause I know you do the same for me, so hold me down

(Tek)
Every clique got a soft nigga in it, believe me
That potray a kid he saw on the streets or in the movies
Tryin to do the same he seen on the screen
Got his big guns, Timbs, hoody and his jeans
Talk the fast talk but there's a pause in this walk
Rock his jewels, truck and he still eat pork
He get his little hustle on, he run with his major team
Crazy ass dread from Jamaica, Queens


Ain't never seen war up in his face before
Get his news from the barber shop/beeper store
But if you let him tell it, he's the last man standing
Talkin bout son, I held it down wit the cannon
Should of seen the way that I was blazin at the cats
Twist of the wrist, while I was pattin one back
Like that kid did to Menace, when he had the four pound
You know it's only right, I had to hold the fort down

(Storm)
Blazin wit ya friends, when we ridin
There's no suprisin, it's all good
Takin chances, in the cut every day
Tryin to big up, tryin to big up wit my master plan

(Chorus 2X)

(Steele)
As a youth I would sit up in my room and dream
One day I became wit a ruthless teen
Little did I know that every step I took
Had already been signed and sealed in some books
So I took a look at what I got to work wit of course
And if granted by the source move on wit full force
What choice to choose, if I sin will I use
Sittin wit the reverend in my county blues

(Tek)
To which ever form you base your religion on
Live by the scriptures of the Bible or Karan
Don't burn bridges if you plan to make riches
The ones that you least expect to be the worst snitches
For a dollar, a nigga screamin holla out
Ya secret whereabouts, so they can come and air ya out
And took the throne, down the shoot dead and gone
The struggle goes on, so hold down ya dome

(Chorus 2X)

Lookin out my window hypnotized by the rain
In a trance reminicing bout the soldiers slain
Fighting wars in the brain trying to maintain
Hoping mama won't have to feel the pain
Looking at a closed casket or a picture frame
Even shorties that you banged won't forget your name
Still feel strange how times do change
We doing our thing and in our minds you remain

As I uncap a 5th of Henny for my soldiers that's a memory
Thinking 'bout the fun times we had together
Blazin' 'till the sunshine
Drinkin' the cheap wine
I know I never find a&nbsp;? of the same kind
But at the same time, I'm constantly writin' eulogies
For my big homey locs and my loco g's
Since '73 it seems death followed me to my man&nbsp;?Tyshan Wells?
Rest in Peace

Chorus
Oh why oh why oh why
It's always the good ones that have to die
Oh why oh why oh why
Bob Marley die,&nbsp;?Jacob Miller? die
(repeat)

Another day another burial
Got you wondering 'bout the day when he bury you
Tear drops stain the wally's that you rockin'


On the block candles burn guns popin'

I just came from the cemetery where my dog was buried
Drop some buds in the earth to grow in they memory
Thinkin' 'bout the fun times we had as fam
Remembering the beef we got into but never ran
I seen a kid get ate up by his own man one time
Hid behind a car now look and duck and bust a&nbsp;?
On some Harlem Nights script
But this some real life shit
Heard his scull split when you seen the slug hit
I watched the vultures swarmin'
Prayin' on his garments
They stay robbin' dead men 'cause they don't give 'em problems
Heard the good die young be it by God or gun
Paint my mural on the wall sayin' my job was done

I shed tears when I hear news from my peers
That my nigga Shawn Crady was no longer here
Had me mad at my girl ready to take it to the world
Drinkin' liquor 'till I'm damn near 'bout to 'url
Got a jewel from my dog locked up in jail
Told me son is in the essence resting
All is well
While you still here: accomplish your deads
'cause you never know when it's your time to leave

Repeat chorus several times

Sittin in my lab, lookin over formulas and&nbsp;?fresh shit in bags
Oh .....Yeah......Oh Yeah Yeah
oooooh gotta keep on pushin oooooh
(gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if I wanna make it)

Now I realize, I gotta get my eyes on the prize
the road to success is a long ri-ide yeah
Now I struggle and strive, just to stay alive
So I been told, only the strong will survive , only the strong will
survive Yeah ooooh
(only the strong survive, only the strong survive, only the strong
survive -2x)
oooooh only the strong will sur-vive
(gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if I wanna make it -2x)

Steele
Up early in the mornin, take position on the streets of NY
my state like Bed-Stuy, either do or I die (do or you die)
So I try not to rely on godz in times of need
and focus on my dough cause I must proceed (must proceed)
Mama used to say Id make it and I take her advice
she was on her 9 to 5, I was out on heists
tryin to get mine, how to commit crime
only way ma dukes find out is if I get time
jucks after jucks, til I got hit with the book
even though I hurt her ma dukes still looked out
kept me strong ever since she let the seed out
the womb
wanna take it from em, or take it to em

Tek
Whats the reason of life, stack doe or live trife
become a family man supportin kids and a wife
like your pops who break his back to bring home&nbsp;?likkel? scratch
or black who pushed the&nbsp;?ak? ot with gpacs
makin a killin by fulfillin dreams so by his man borne
who says duke&nbsp;?kasoffer? hate the ground that he walk on
or do I greez my steez, purchase a 2-piece
walk in some company, talkin bout hire me
watch your heart catch money bags
with kids from Nostrand ave
poured out some liquor when I heard
my nigga Black passed (pour out some liquor)
from multiple gunshots between 3 and 5
mama always told me only the strong survive

And Now....

I realize that I gotta keep my eyes on the prize


the road of success is a long drive, 2X
so I struggle and strive cause I'm told
only the strong survive, only the strong survive

only the strong survive 3x
(only the strong survive)

Now I realize, I gotta get my eyes on the prize
the road to success is a long dri-ive yeah
So I struggle and strive, just to make it right
So I been told, only the strong will survive , only the strong will
survive

[Sean Price]
Ladies and Gentlemen
In shoes, sneakers, Timberlands
Get out your seat, move your feet, with more love than Wimbledon
For who? Sean Price
No relation to Vincent
Probably seen my face up in the 73rd precinct
For indecent exposure
And possession, the verbal weapons
Cause crews to get to steppin'
Your ass bettin', half steppin' in my circle
Beat you til I hurt you or your face turn purple
Plus I blow the lead off, fuck up your composition
Then I cut my dreads off
Change up my description
When I cut the head off
The snake who slithers and schemes (uh huh)
Into my cipher tryin to fuck up my dreams

(And now, and now)
I realize, that I gotta keep my eyes on the prize
The road of success is a long drive,
So I struggle and strive cause I
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive
Now I realize, that I gotta keep my eyes on the prize
the road of success is a long drive,
so I struggle and strive cause I'm told
only the strong survive, only the strong survive
oooooh oo oo oo oooooh 5X
only the strong survive 7X

Gotta Keep on Pushin oohhh yeah
(gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if YOU wanna make it )
(gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if YOU gonna make it )
(gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if YOU wanna make it)
Its on you son, do what you gotta do
go for yours
go for your gunz
Smokin Ones (Smokin Ones)

Let me ask this question real quick, umm, as far as the Smif-N-Wessun
and the name change and everything like that; now how did that come
about? How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz and everything like
that?

That was jealousy, man. That's all that is, man. (Jealousy, man)
Jealousy and ignorance, man.

Yeah
Niggaz got me stressed, man
Oh, just burn a spliff don't worry about that

(Professor X)
In my pink Cadi, I have a&nbsp;?????
Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the 'hood
I make 'em snap it, test it
My choice of weapon
That Smif-N-Wessun, mmmmm
Try
Sue me for the namesake
Yo, who's pimpin'
Yo, who's pimpin'

I woke up in the morning, what did I see
Unknown faces starin' down at me
First off with the flee
As fear overpowered me
Cloriphil got me ready to black, I can't breathe
Niggaz askin' me who's Smif and who's Wessun
We got you now we're lookin' for your partner 'cause you're messin'
With the incomin' currency
And frankly we don't give a f**k about your privacy
We been watchin' you for a while now
We know about the calls made back and forth down south
Word of mouth
You had your peoples workin' out
But I doubt you had 'em lookin' out
'Cause we can pick 'em out
Now we got 'em listed on our internet systems
Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims
Even got the pinpoint spotter where you hang
You got big dreams comin' 'round tryin' to change things

Let me say
Why they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions
They want our suffarations, trial and tribulations, too much to
mention
Well, tell them that we no 'fraid
We don't have a big gate
From every corner, angle, and section
??????????????????not quite far
I see '99 in crystal ball
Them city-order ducks softly walk



I got suppenoed by the government the other day
I opened it and read it
It said they was suin'
Said I couldn't move the way that I was movin'
And I couldn't do the things that I was doin'
Causin' mass confusion with the name that we was usin'
Said they gun sales was conflictin' with our music
Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it
The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives
Ain't that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life
Probably heard his junior singin' Mr. Ripper's in Your Area
Feel your heart skip a beat as I'm nearin you
I'm hearin' ya
Askin' yo seed, who was me
At the same time you break my classic CD
Run it to the phone callin' up&nbsp;?????
I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers
They even got my local boys sayin' that stuff
I wanna draft my plain data for a million plush

I gotta letter from the corporate the other day
I open and read it
They said they was suin'
Somethin' about we was causin' confusion
Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin'
Had our associates nervous
Soup, try to serve it
Got our investors actin' real shady tryin' to jerk us
Got Tek ready to break somethin'
I'm chillin' and stayed pumpin'
Say somethin'
I tell you why the frame won't even think nothin'

Hell fell
Oh, well
I yell
Swear
We gonna send 'em all to hell (X2)

(Professor X)
So you're hesitant
Where a brother quest to represent
I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent
In fact, cops signed the last government
Contract
Yeah, umm
So where's your first world war
Now presently on tour
Hardcore
Come on knockin' at your door
Your revolver took down many of '90's lords
Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores
So they welcome your floor of a tribe called Cocoa

Intro:
ah where's everybody up
(Speaking Spanish)

(Tony Touch)
it's Tony Toca, the one that's got you screamin "Esta loca"
dalle juevo Is my mic Leggo my Eggo
spanish Harlem all the way to san diego
make it happen
you know, like movin yayo
i set my product, that shit's far from the palace
mantequilla not manteco oh senso mia
cocoa brovaz, hurricane, mida mida
ton touch sound doofy eatin fajitas
chillin in the b-boy stance
in my Adidas
while senoritas be screaming Buenos Dias
rock steady by now you know the steelo
mi correo still gets down on the leelo
tahino indians welcome to my teepi
pop in the CD and let's get freaky
(Speaking spanish)
boriquia, about to pass it off to the rasta

(Tek)
It's the el generalno
tell your baqua where's the hydro
if the chocolito make my eyes low
BC a tomb bab with me and my man
trying to double our ends with the el capitain
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
undressin me, thinking about sexin me
while I (?)

(Steele)
blazing, kicking lingo with this bingo
who got hot making the peicos out in santo domingo
el socio, used to go to the acopulco
every weekend tricking on chulas, he was beatin
but on the streets of harlem around the grand concourse
he had to force a loco, with amigos he used to boss
a dios mios, just like el ninos (?)

Chorus: (Tek, (Steele))
harlem got the pace in it (boogie, boogie got the cake in it)
crooklyn keeps on takin it (queens cats been making it)


(Tek)
i do this for my soldiers in the streets
who stand toast to toast with the cousin asleep
making illegal transactions
world-wide connections
forced up a change like the name smif-n-wessun
see me coming through and my nigga clef too
or the 650 blowing up the Grant's Tomb
mobb beats to protect slaying your street bite
like a killing, over-dealing for the pearly white

(Hurricane G)
blows down your mother f**king roof
it be hurricane g, subwoofin out ya asshole
from first staff, up through parks from the heart
they better stand though and my niggaz up in spanish harlem
who don't give a f**k and my box stuck cutting up tribal
forget the hydro, cause we gonna keep it live all night yo
yeah one love to my fam in boriquia land
my emanitos sparking up trees
112 buddah keys barking up puerto rican queens
smacking all rice and beans
and you know my emanitas keep it real
in timboso high hills
all my pitycitas who ain't f**king around
sontaras holdin shit down for the crown
tony touch, cocoa brovaz and i
keep the body all high
no doubt
if he CPR in the mother f**king house
i'm talking about crazy puerto ricans
who beefing
a few heads is busted because I see them leaking
freaking, because I be frying bitches up like hoochie fritos
for my 5 bitchulitos
Yo, yeah word up and if you can't get wit it then kiss my a*s
but your, on thea real I wanna say one love and rest in peace
to my nigga Bridge from 112
big up Johnson Projects
jefferson in the house
an the whole spanish harlem
word up one love to the barrio, cocoa brovaz, tony touch and hurricane g
peace daycoro song papi
uh what yeah yeah
uh what uh

[Steele]
Yea yea back up in here smoked out
strickly trees strickly trees
ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves
swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us
for my dogs in a cut
doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds
maintain stayin' strong.
[Steele] ((Tek))
[Day breaks sneeks upon my camp once more]
[get up get dressed and prepare for war]
((yo the wars wit everything outside your door))
[it's a rude awakening but it's more in store]
[Tek]
when I walk through Brooklyn people show me love
went over to GA people showed me love
went to North Carolina they showed us love
even went to California and got love from thugz
and it's all good big up to all the neiborhood
that came to see Tek and Steele when ever they could
but remember the struggle continues after the (?)
watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you bewitched
theres a war goin' on outside and in my mental
gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what this gettin' ment to
last week my man put a pistol to his temple
I said nah son not that, thats to simple
one little niggie on the block sellin' crystal
next little niggie got shot up on Bristol
'nother little niggie lock, cause they blew the whistle
last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister
this little niggie be hard to find
mind don't makin' it in this day and time
do what we have to criminal Illegal
stayin' alive strivin' wit my people.
[Steele and Tek]
In days of our lives they try to make us hate
to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall
tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
you can get your life got in day the or the dark.
[Steele]
I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up
Calastetic get me right so I'll be nicer
cause when you feel fit ya feel nice
beware of the tricks and the full paradise
like the wicked mind in york with them gun pound caught
who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot
when I get, what I got, roll the lah that I caught
rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop
wit def me fear not, cause them mores high guys I
bless me wit protection as the years pass by
conquerer, mighty rasta,
let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya
it's a meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes
breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes
to my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates
livin' street life, put the stash on Jakes
for ya need, do whateva the deed
watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves
Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills its all real
gotta maintain cause the sun don't chill.
[Tek and Steele]
In days of our lives we strive to make ends meat
to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall
tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
you can get your life got in day the or the dark

(Hook: (Steele) (Tek))
We control the nut (who's comin in?)
What they comin wit? (what they movin in?)
Who's movin in? (when can I expect my payment)
Refuse and choose to brave men (yo grave will be under this pavement)
Concrete burial, war for you, for all of you
(Win or lose, you still lose and that's the rules)
The respect I get is just a reflection of my status
(Top ranking never catch a smokin in a bandage)
About the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the dough)

(Steele) (Tek)
Outside (postered up, a Mr. Pool in my thugs)
It's bug the ones who hold heat is the way they show love
(While the drug kingpin, showed his way to baguettes
And pressin looker birds, with his blue face Lex
Throw on his wrist like he's flamin, peer door he be slayin
Broad like iced out, Cardiar chain danglin)
I seen him minglin with the high rollers
Rollin high dollars, ballin wit more tricks than Harlem Globetrotters
Got a whole lotta soldiers to his dirty deeds for him
(Shorty's the G form) Little niggas movin keys for him
(The d's on) But couldn't touch him when they caught him
(Cuz he support them) wit the same money that bought him

(Chorus: Tek (Steele))
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about big faces (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about the paper (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about big faces

(Steele)
Aiyo sun, got a minute let me tell you about this one
This young sexy bunny, checkin money to hit somethin
I don't mean fuckin, the only cream she be likin
Is that green stuff that come and make her whole world function
Rebon Capatone, love guns and roses, expesive clothes
With diamonds and niggas that holdin, then she foldin
Rockin Panamanian gold, and ear ring,
bracelet link change with 550 clothin

(Tek)
Young bird, an iceberg, slams ago E.S.
Here's press, a platinum rolly, 5 karat necklace
Gotta pay to sex it, she catch ya wallet when you sleepin naked
Throughbread for the dough, cuz she gotta make it
I help to take it, seven digit figure caper
So much paper, cop the Lex, already laced her
From exquisite, faithful to a thug on jail visits
Have fun on the weekend, then it's back to business

(Chorus: Steele (Tek))
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money)
It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the dough)

(Hook)

Smoky Lah, me got flav
Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B's

Who wanna look like, wanna act like us
Wanna be like, roll the trees like us
Wanna talk like wanna walk like us
Wanna flip like get ripped like us
Wanna act like know you're black like us
Wanna flip like kick shit like us
Wanna bust like you ain't rough like us
Tek and Steele, Won on Won, Smoky Guns, what?

DING! That's the sound of the bell
"Oh shit!" is all you heard before you fell
to the canvas, all washed up like my dirty drawers
and pants get, try to challenge get damaged
Plain and simple, with bandages around your temple
Easily erased out the picture like pencil
Peeped me once, saw me again got your pistol
I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple

Son hold my A.V. let me rock this no-body
Comin out the closet tryin to stop my money?
Actin like you're sweet cause he ain't see me in the streets
Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet
You called me I was there on some Candyman shit
Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch
Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw
Walk away, parley in front of Achmed's store

We don't give a WHAT about you, tell them niggaz who sent you
Let em come, have em all open wide like dentals
Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you
If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to
Nigga I'd wish you'd, talk about runnin for guns
Get your Bankhead Bounce like insufficient funds
Left ass-out a home beggin like bums
Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs

I'm from N.Y.C.I.T.Y. stay high
Lazy eye ghetto celeb rap guy from Bed-Stuy
Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes
losing your attention taking up your time
I gets mine and breathe, bout it bout it like P
Too many wannabe me, wanna flow blow hold dough
like Smoky (Smoky Lah), fly across seas
blow shows for B.C.C. (knock you out), but you can't be
You heard me, you soft like porridge
You ain't gettin money and you have no courage
(Aiyyo son, let me at they ass son)

Introducing, the one who gets you bugged like a lucie
Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee
Try me, ready for those who wanna harm me
Don't toy with me, you wanna be all you can be, join the Army
I swarm like bees plus sting too, bring grooves
I blow em out like hankies (hachoo!) nab you like cops do

For the longest I've been waitin, to take it to these Jafaicans
Corner eyeballin on the moves that we was makin
Thinkin that we lost it cause our line was closed
Can't stop a hungry nigga with nuttin to live foe
I'ma see that dough, many hustlers I know
Three car longshark white chalk and celo

Yo, I think I'll take this time to remind you
not to sit by the line, test mine, CrimeStoppers won't find you
Before we come kickin your door to the floor
Throw you to the wall, making you our prisoner of war
Cut you too short to take walks with Tattoo
Attack you from your front open you back with my scalpel
Snatch two, niggaz from the crew if they got
anything to do with motherfuckers coming back to avenge you
I intend to, get down for my temple
Keep a strong mental when dealin with evils that men do
Them who, fail to comprehend I
Recommend you remember you're dealin with men who'll
send you - - off in a coffin
Cause far too often niggaz are gettin lost and it's costin
body parts, from anybody that starts
We play the hackers, takin rappers apart
Dissect em, from they rectum, to they necks
double check them make sure shit's correct then direct them
To the section, where the session's, in progression
Where you come to get blessed by Smif-N-Wessun

(various talk to outro)

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.

<chorus>

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.

<chrous>

Straight like that beat minus for ya crumbs!!

(Steele)
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

(Tek)
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

(Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime
(Steele) Wontime
(Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time
(Steele) Wontime
(Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime
(Steele) Wontime
(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind

(Steele)
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

(Tek)
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

(Steele)
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

(Tek)
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

(Steele)
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

(Tek)
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

(Steele)
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

(Tek)
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

(Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime
(Steele) Wontime
(Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time
(Steele) Wontime
(Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime
(Steele) Wontime
(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind

(Steele)
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

(Tek)
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

(Steele)
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

(Tek)
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

(Steele)
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

(Tek)
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