[Steele]
Smif-N-Wessun out of Bucktown startin' mad trouble
Play the Hard Rock we break your block down to rubble
Perform a construction like a storm when we rushin'
Raisin' Cain hip shots graze your brain
It's rippin' down like thunder pound
Make a brotha wonder now what other ill s*** lies underground
We got more if you want more dig it
But you got to be hardcore to get wit' it
As a youth some called me Tone, some called me ?
Now they call me Steele cause I'm rough to the bone marrow
You don't believe me, G, check my apparel
Dress code is bold, so feel the cold barrel
What up to all my c*** strong troops in they boots
True to the game stayin' true to they roots
That's how we choose to remain, cause we just can't change
and we won't change, still stay the same.
[Tek]
Timz and hood check, my crew's out to catch wreck
Run in your crib and bolt your doors'll be your best bet
You hear footsteps approach, as I drop the roach
Of the smoke you can't react because you throat is being choked
Pull your biscuit that's your ticket to escape
I got the trey-deuce my crime partner got the trey-eight
I kick it hardcore so these critics try to ban me
But I'm gettin busy like the black guerilla family
Got to meet my man at a quarter to nine
So we could blow this town and leave the corpse behind
We ain't many but we crazy, shady
Broke into a crib, what we did
Yes we smoked the fat lady
Smif-N-Wessun on some reality s***
Tie up you timbs and make sure you don't slip, nucca.
Smif-N-Wessun out of Bucktown startin' mad trouble
Play the Hard Rock we break your block down to rubble
Perform a construction like a storm when we rushin'
Raisin' Cain hip shots graze your brain
It's rippin' down like thunder pound
Make a brotha wonder now what other ill s*** lies underground
We got more if you want more dig it
But you got to be hardcore to get wit' it
As a youth some called me Tone, some called me ?
Now they call me Steele cause I'm rough to the bone marrow
You don't believe me, G, check my apparel
Dress code is bold, so feel the cold barrel
What up to all my c*** strong troops in they boots
True to the game stayin' true to they roots
That's how we choose to remain, cause we just can't change
and we won't change, still stay the same.
[Tek]
Timz and hood check, my crew's out to catch wreck
Run in your crib and bolt your doors'll be your best bet
You hear footsteps approach, as I drop the roach
Of the smoke you can't react because you throat is being choked
Pull your biscuit that's your ticket to escape
I got the trey-deuce my crime partner got the trey-eight
I kick it hardcore so these critics try to ban me
But I'm gettin busy like the black guerilla family
Got to meet my man at a quarter to nine
So we could blow this town and leave the corpse behind
We ain't many but we crazy, shady
Broke into a crib, what we did
Yes we smoked the fat lady
Smif-N-Wessun on some reality s***
Tie up you timbs and make sure you don't slip, nucca.