Lyrics:
fake? maybe a taste of this here
Ah, true, now what them gwan do
when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you
Seen, I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik
fake? maybe a taste of this here
Ah, true, now what them gwan do
when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you
Seen, I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik
Smif-n-Wessun on the borderline
Smif-n-Wessun on the joint one time
Yeah
Smif-n-Wessun on the borderline
Smif-n-Wessun on the joint one time
pressure, don't fold to my brother
My nigga Rambo, you know we love ya
I wish ya was around to see us rip through
The underground, Smif-N-Wessun
[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
Verse One: Steele
Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon,
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I'm
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I'm
to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game
Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain
All heads realize, recognize, Smif-N-Wessun
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I'm
This is how we do
Every day all day
This is how we do
This is how we do
Smif-n-wessun don't play
This is how we do
This is how we do
Every day
Let me ask this question real quick,
Um, as far as the smif-n-wessun
And the name change and everything like that
Now how did that come
About?
Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
Every day, life's a struggle for me
gun
Here we go, break of day, with a mad lye session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind
niggas jump on ya dick and sweat it
But it gets hectic, when I set it off, by sick jazz niggas pop stressin'
Smif-N-Wessun, from the corner of my red
Yeah nigga, we out here man
Smif N Wessun ta the death nigga
(You can be a gangsta) hustler(Pimp or a gun buster
But you're best to have them
these Refugees from deep Roots
Rampagin' with a Juice Crew this Killarmy Militia Laylow in a Coup
Man the Sunz are fighting on a Black Moon
Smif N Wessuns
Smif-N-Wessun
Puttin likkle yout's in a military state of mind
Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined
Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline
Test de sound
We click-click-click-connect, stay connect to get bricks
Black Smif-n-Wessun's the shit, we puttin it in
Entered da Stage underaged and became men
I
Yeah nigga, we out here man
Smif N Wessun ta the death nigga
(You can be a gangsta) hustler(Pimp or a gun buster
But you're best to have them
ain't baseball, I waste yall, ask no question
Attack from the back from the black smif n wessun
I be rubbishin, any crew that claims they be bubbling
Get
peeps that you saw
You probably heard about me and my crew doin' what we do
For my nigga True and Smif-n-Wessun
'Cause I be wreckin' mic-checkin' fools
General connection, black Smif-N-Wessun
Watch your section, the night moves in three directions
Calculatin', watch those steps you takin'
You never know
the vibe, it's live in my session, here's a lesson
Indians bucking down like Smif-n-Wessun
I'm the step-son
My blood is boiling hard, cause an erection
the Lorax
Send my mail to Gravesend, Bucktown
When my grey-haired uncle plays with guns
You should Duck Down
Ruste, Smif-N-Wessun in the SpaceLAB, what now?
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