| 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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| (Tek)
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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)
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| (Get zoned get now prepare to get it)
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| What does it take, to get the break in the world of snakes
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| And those who fake (may be a taste of this here…)
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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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| Git it on! |
| (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)
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| (Steele)
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| Git it on, I’ve been payin 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 law and order,
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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)
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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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| (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 struggle’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! |