P.N.C. Intro

歌詞

[Tek] Grab a hold of your heart and visualize it's a kickin 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 God damn 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 'cause we ain't got love for none of y'all muthaf**kas Chief the black Bar Hard, to do a Rabbi You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die All these MC's 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 (talking) [Steele] 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 thru the thin And when shit got thick, we still manage to stick Doing crimes wit deceptagons, 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 (talking) [Steele] From the heart of where it all started Bucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed Next, we comin to speak to the real MC's 'cause 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 F**k this, we bring them to court and serve justice [Tek] See me and my Clik 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 Armageddeon soon come keep the gun stash But for the meanwhile, cess ease the stress Takin gun shots through the nose, through the chest Bless the sensee, that get me irie And all praises due to all mighty (talking) [Steele] 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