A hollow point slug comin' outta black biscuit
You ain't just from death, we round to the corner comin' quick
We method outta minds and just don't give a shit
Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip

Wicked bad boy, snatch the burner on my hip
So feel ya hopes and get dead Mr. Buster
'Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas
Chief the black bar hard, to do a rabbi
You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die

All these MCs wit they fancy names and games
I know from the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game
Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain

All heads realize, recognize, Smif-N-Wessun on the rise
You better recognize, I'm beamin' each and every individual
Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin' truth
The heads that represent around the way
Showin' and provin,' keepin' it movin', until they break day

Realize what's before ya eyes then see if you see
The same real as we, when I say Smif-N-Wessun
This is what I mean, nothin' alive of rid dreams
Could never come between, original clik, roll through the thin
And when shit got thick, we still manage to stick

Doing crimes wit Deceptacons, up inside of the times
Help me at times, and keep our minds organize
So our knees won't bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, crime partners 'til the end

From the heart of where it all started Buck town
Boot camp representin' for all the dearly departed
Next we comin' to speak to the real MC's
'Cuz the weak MC's, will win the breeze

Smif-N-Wessun hold the remedy
Runnin' wit the boot camp on the search for the enemy
And the crew happens to be amongst we
Fuck this, we bring them to court and serve justice

See me and my click got a thing going on
True to the game and the love makes us strong
For every day trials and tribulations
You try to stop us, get rocked by the nation

See my forefront of soldiers ready to blow ya
Leave ya back broke and ya body slumped over
The war is on and the stakes is gettin' high
You kill 'em on dead if them shit where them lie

It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps
Bumpin' on the beat, be on point for the sweeps
Pigs, harass that ass for the drug cash
Armageddon soon come keep the gun stash

But in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress
Takin' gun shots through the nose, through the chest
Bless the sensee that get me ire
And all praises due to all mighty

Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold
When under pressure, don't fold to my brother

My nigga Rambo, you know we love ya
I wish ya was around, to see us rip through
The underground, Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this
To my man Sean Grady, the R, one love, baby pal