Lyrics:
[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,
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
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
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
Smif-N-Wessun
And we do it like this
To my man Buckshot (yeah, yeah, Boot Camp)
Ruck and Rock
Ha, Bucktown Boot Camp, Evil Dee, Mr, Walt
Yo, roll that up
Smif-N-Wessun
And we do it like this
To my man Buckshot (yeah, yeah, Boot Camp)
Ruck and Rock
Ha, Bucktown Boot Camp, Evil Dee, Mr, Walt
Smif-N-Wessun
And we do it like this
To my man Buckshot (yeah, yeah, Boot Camp)
Ruck and Rock
Ha, Bucktown Boot Camp, Evil Dee, Mr, Walt
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
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
the session in the back
When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps
Smif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk
Fake the funk and get
the session in the back
When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps
Smif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk
Fake the funk and get
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
in the 'hood
I make 'em snap it, test it
My choice of weapon
That smif-n-wessun, mm
Try
Sue me for the namesake
Yo, who's pimpin'
Yo, who's
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?
Yep! so I'm bumpin' my smif n wessun
Knock on my room door ma gimme a second (hold up)
Threw on a t shirt (uh huh) slipped on my ola's (uh huh)
Opened
Smif-N-Wessun comin thru stompin out all you wack rappers
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy head fed
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed like your man bled
on the rise
Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes
From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun comin' through stompin' out all you wack
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
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
Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck
bażanty
JWP Smif N Wessun i doczekał się świat
Najlepszy rap tego chcecie jestem jak lekarz dla mas
Wbijam do labu i jest opór rap
Z moją brygadą zapominam
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