[Tek]

Grab a hold of your heart and visualize it's a kickin

A hollow point slug comin outta black biscuit

You ain't just from death, we round to the corner, comin quick

We method outta minds and just don't give a shit

God damn it, gun shots we bust from the clip

Wicked bad boy, snatch the burner on my hip

So feel ya hopes and get dead Mr. Buster

Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas

Chief the black Bar Hard, to do a Rabbi

You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die

All these MC's wit they fancy names and games

I know from the heart, that them not mean a thing

Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game

Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain



(talking)



[Steele]

All heads realize, recognize, Smif-N-Wessun on the rise

You better recognize, I'm beamin each and every individual

Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth

The heads that represent around the way

Showin and provin, keepin it movin, until they break day

Realize what's before ya eyes

Then see if you see the same real as we

When I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean

Nothin alive, of rid dreams could never come between

Original Clik, roll thru the thin

And when shit got thick, we still manage to stick

Doing crimes wit deceptagons, up inside of the times

Help me at times, and keep our minds organize

So our knees won't bend, for the enemy

Tek and me, crime partners til the end



(talking)



[Steele]

From the heart of where it all started

Bucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed

Next, we comin to speak to the real MC's

Cuz the weak MC's, will win the breeze

Smif-N-Wessun hold the rem