[Intro: Rock]
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Ah-yea, ah
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I don't think these peeps know
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Yo it's finally on for real, duke
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Brothers better recognize
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Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain
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Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son
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[Steele] (Tek) {both}
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Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry
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And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts
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(Meet up with my people on the corner) {in the morn}
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(Get zoned get {on} now prepare to get it {on})
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What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes
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And those who fake (may be a taste of this)
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Ah, true, now what them gon' do, when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin for you
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Sin! (I'm comin wit my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)
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Bringin da Ruckus, Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot
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(Not tryin to go out like the recipe, the best
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Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin less)
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[Chorus 4X: Tek (Steele)]
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Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)
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[Tek] (Steele) {both}
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Git it on, I've been playin my dues for the longest
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(No more callin from chest to chest) to whose the strongest
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I got ya block on lock, now you gettin dropped
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New on and on, {Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop}
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(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later
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Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)
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No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets
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With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)
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Tell him hit us off with this phat beat
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(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)
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Feelin the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin contacts
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We bringin drama to y'all wannabe) {Do me a favor}
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(and bring on the real MC's
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Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun
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(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, dunn?
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(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)
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{So let's git it on!}
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[Chorus 4X]
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[Steele] (Tek)
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Beef knockin at my front door, time to face drama once more
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(Once and for all) settle the score
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(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete
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Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)
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Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive
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(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!
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(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)
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All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)
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When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa
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Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks
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(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)
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Smif-N-Wessun representin from the cradle to the grave!
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[Chorus 4X]
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Let's Git it On
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Smif-N-Wessun |