Timz N Hood Check

Smif N Wessun

[Steele]



Smif N Wessun out of Bucktown startin' mad trouble



Play the Hard Rock we break yo' block down ta rubble



Perform a construction like a storm when we rushin



Raisin' Cain hip shots graze yo' brain



It's rippin down like thunda pound



Make a brotha wonda now what otha ill shit lies underground



We got more if ya want more dig it



But ya got ta be hardcore ta get wit' it



As a youth some called me Tone, some called me ?



Now they call me Steele cause I'm rough to tha 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 cock strong troops in they boots



True to tha game stayin' true to they roots



That's how we choose to remain, cause we just can't change



and we won't change, still stay the same




[Tek]



Timz and hood check, my crew's out ta catch wreck



Run in ya crib and bolt ya doors'll be ya best bet



Ya hear footsteps approach, as I drop the roach



Of the smoke ya can't react because ya throat is being choked



Pull yo' biscuit that's yo ticket to escape



I got the trey-deuce my crime partner got the trey-eight



I kick it hardcore so these critics try ta ban me



But I'm gettin busy like the black guerilla family



Got ta meet my man at a quarter ta 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 shit



Tie up ya timbs and make sure ya don't slip, nucca