no know why A new breed of conquerors is on the rise Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da Clappaz Smif-N-Wessun
[Tek (Steele)] Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough Strobe light affect, everything's movin slow Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the
[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
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
[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
I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever We can do this for worse or for better Me and my Partner N Crime,
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
s pathetic when 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
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
CUZ (I am, what I am, and I do what I do) Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew. [Chorus One: x4] [Chorus Two: x2] Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that
[Steele] Smif-N-Wessun out of Bucktown startin' mad trouble Play the Hard Rock we break yo' block down ta rubble Perform a construction, like a storm
(feat. Rock) [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
that'll burn through ya crew I got a vibe from the cession in the back When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin meth and kickin raps Smif-N-Wessun comin
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
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