Correction Lyrics Timz N Hood Chek (Clean Mix) by Smif-N-Wessun

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“Smif-N-Wessun”
“Smif-N-Wessun, and we’re representing lovely”

Smif-N-Wessun out of Bucktown, starting mad trouble
Play the hardrock, we break your block down to rubble
Perform a construction, like a storm when we’re rushing
Raising Cain, hip shots graze your brain
It’s ripping down like thunder, pound, make a brother
Wonder, “Now, what other ill sh*t lies underground?”
We got more if you want more—dig it
But you got to be hardcore to get with it.  As a youth
Some called me Tone, some called me Darrell
Now they call me Steele ‘cause I’m rough to the bone marrow
You don’t believe me, G?  Check my apparel
Dress code is bold, so feel the cold barrel
What up to all my c*ck strong troops in their boots
True to the game, staying true to their root
That’s how we choose to remain, plus we just can’t change
And we won’t change, still stay the same

“Representing Smif-N-Wessun”

Timbs and hood check, my crew’s out to catch wreck
Run in your crib, and bolt your doors’ll be your best bet
You hear footsteps approach as I drop the roach
Of the smoke, you can’t react because your throat is being choked
Pull your biscuit—that’s your ticket to escape
I got the trey-deuce, my crime partner got the trey-eight
I kick it hardcore, so these critics try to ban me
But I’m getting busy like the Black Guerilla Family
Gotta meet my man at a quarter to nine
So we could blow this town and leave the corpse behind.  We ain’t
Many, but we crazy, shady, broke into a crib
What we did.  Yes, we smoked the fat lady
Smif-N-Wessun on some reality sh*t
Tie up your Timbs and make sure you don’t slip

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