[Tek]
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Grab a hold of your heart and visualize it's a kickin
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A hollow point slug comin outta black biscuit
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You ain't just from death, we round to the corner, comin quick
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We method outta minds and just don't give a shit
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God damn it, gun shots we bust from the clip
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Wicked bad boy, snatch the burner on my hip
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So feel ya hopes and get dead Mr. Buster
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Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas
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Chief the black Bar Hard, to do a Rabbi
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You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die
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All these MC's wit they fancy names and games
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I know from the heart, that them not mean a thing
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Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game
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Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain
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(talking)
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[Steele]
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All heads realize, recognize, Smif-N-Wessun on the rise
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You better recognize, I'm beamin each and every individual
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Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth
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The heads that represent around the way
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Showin and provin, keepin it movin, until they break day
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Realize what's before ya eyes
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Then see if you see the same real as we
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When I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean
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Nothin alive, of rid dreams could never come between
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Original Clik, roll thru the thin
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And when shit got thick, we still manage to stick
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Doing crimes wit deceptagons, up inside of the times
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Help me at times, and keep our minds organize
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So our knees won't bend, for the enemy
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Tek and me, crime partners til the end
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(talking)
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[Steele]
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From the heart of where it all started
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Bucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed
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Next, we comin to speak to the real MC's
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Cuz the weak MC's, will win the breeze
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Smif-N-Wessun hold the remedy, runnin wit the Boot Camp
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On the search for the enemy
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And the crew happens to be amongst we
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Fuck this, we bring them to court and serve justice
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[Tek]
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See me and my Clik got a thing going on
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True to the game and the love makes us strong
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For every day trials and tribulations
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You try to stop us, get rocked by the nation
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See my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya
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Leave ya back broke and ya body slumped over
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The war is on and the stakes is gettin high
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You kill 'em on dead, if them shit where them lie
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It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps
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Bumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps
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Pigs, harass that ass for the drug cash
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Armageddeon soon come keep the gun stash
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But for the meanwhile, cess ease the stress
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Takin gun shots through the nose, through the chest
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Bless the sensee, that get me irie
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And all praises due to all mighty
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(talking)
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[Steele]
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Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head
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Reminisce over words that was once said
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By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold
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When under pressure, don't fold
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To my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya
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I wish ya was around, to see us rip through the underground
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Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R
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One love baby
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P.N.C. (Partners N Crime)
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