| 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 the chain |
| Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son |
| (Tek) |
| Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry |
| And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts |
| (Meet up with my people on the corner) |
| (Get zoned get now prepare to get it) |
| What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes |
| And those who fake (may be a taste of this) |
| Ah, true, now what them gon' do, when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin for you |
| Sin! (I'm comin wit my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops) |
| Bringin da Ruckus, Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot |
| (Not tryin to go out like the recipe, the best |
| Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin less) |
| Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this) |
| (Steele) |
| Git it on, I’ve been playin my dues for the longest |
| (No more callin from chest to chest) to whose the strongest |
| I got ya block on lock, now you gettin dropped |
| New on and on, |
| (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later |
| Gotta get with my peeps and get paper) |
| No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets |
| With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt) |
| Tell him hit us off with this phat beat |
| (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back) |
| Feelin the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin contacts |
| We bringin drama to y’all wannabe) |
| (and bring on the real MC’s |
| Respect the I Representative) It’s Smif-N-Wessun |
| (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, dunn? |
| (We do what we do we don’t fake it, we just take it) |
| (Tek) |
| Beef knockin at my front door, time to face drama once more |
| (Once and for all) settle the score |
| (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete |
| Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets) |
| Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive |
| (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could! |
| (The trouble’s no different and the pain’s all the same) |
| All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name) |
| When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa |
| Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks |
| (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid) |
| Smif-N-Wessun representin from the cradle to the grave! |