Timz n Hood Chek
Bucktown Chronicles: Unraveling Street Realities with Smif-N-Wessun
Lyrics
Smif N Wessun out of Bucktown startin' mad trouble
Smif N Wessun from Bucktown causing trouble.
Play the Hard Rock we break yo' block down ta rubble
Playing at Hard Rock, breaking down blocks to rubble.
Perform a construction like a storm when we rushin'
Performing like a storm, rushing with construction.
Raisin' Cain hip shots graze yo' brain
Raising Cain, shots grazing the brain.
It's rippin' down like thunda pound
Destructive force like thunder pounding.
Make a brotha wonda now what otha ill shit lies underground
Makes one wonder about the hidden underground reality.
We got more if ya want more dig it
They have more if you want to understand, dig it.
But ya got ta be hardcore ta get wit' it
Being hardcore is a prerequisite to comprehend it.
As a youth some called me Tone, some called me ?
Formerly known as Tone, now known as Steele, rough to the bone.
Now they call me Steele cause I'm rough to tha bone marrow
Asserting toughness, verified by their attire.
You don't believe me, G, check my apparel
Challenging skeptics to check their appearance.
Dress code is bold, so feel the cold barrel
Dressing boldly, ready with a cold barrel.
What up to all my cock strong troops in they boots
Greeting strong comrades in their boots.
True to tha game stayin' true to they roots
Staying true to the game and roots.
That's how we choose to remain, cause we just can't change
Choosing to remain unchanged, resistant to change.
And we won't change, still stay the same
Commitment to staying the same.
Timz and hood check, my crew's out ta catch wreck
Checking boots and hoods, crew ready for chaos.
Run in ya crib and bolt ya doors'll be ya best bet
Breaking into homes, advising to bolt doors for safety.
Ya hear footsteps approach, as I drop the roach
Hearing approaching footsteps as a roach is dropped.
Of the smoke ya can't react because ya throat is being choked
Smoke incapacitating, preventing a reaction.
Pull yo' biscuit that's yo ticket to escape
Pulling out a gun as a ticket to escape.
I got the trey-deuce my crime partner got the trey-eight
Having a powerful weapon for protection.
I kick it hardcore so these critics try ta ban me
Expressing a hardcore style despite criticism.
But I'm gettin' busy like the black guerrilla family
Staying busy like the black guerrilla family.
Got ta meet my man at a quarter ta nine
Scheduling a meeting at a specific time.
So we could blow this town and leave the corpse behind
Planning to leave town, leaving troubles behind.
We ain't many but we crazy, shady
Small in number but daring and unpredictable.
Broke into a crib, what we did
Breaking into a house, engaging in questionable activities.
Yes we smoked the fat lady
Having audacity, metaphorically 'smoking the fat lady.'
Smif-N-Wessun on some reality shit
Presenting a reality through their music.
Tie up ya timbs and make sure ya don't slip, nucca
Advising to tie up boots for stability, using a colloquial term.
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