Lyrics P.N.C. - Smif-N-Wessun

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 you was around, to see us rip through the underground
Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R
One love baby pa

Grab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it
A hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit
You inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick
We meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit
Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip
Wicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip
So fill ya oathes 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 ride-by
You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die
All these MC's wit your fancy names and gang
I know from the heart, that it 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)

All heads realize (recognize)
Smif-N-Wessun on the rise (you better recognize)
All meanin 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 till 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 or in dreams could ever come between
Original Clik, roll thru the thin
And when shit got thick, we still managed to stick
Doing crimes wit decepticons, up inside of the times
Helped we at times, to keep our minds organized
So our knees don't bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, crime partners til the end

(Talking)

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
Cuz the weak MC's blow in the breeze
Smif-N-Wessun holds the remedy
Runnin wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy
And if he happens to be amongst we
Fuck this, we bring him to court and serve justice

See me and my Clik got a thing going on
True to the game and the love makes us strong
For everyday trials and tribulations
You try to stop us, get rocked by a 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 a man dead if him shit where him 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 stashed
But in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress
Takin gun shots through the nose, to the chest
Bless the sensee, that get me irie
And all praises due to all mighty

(Talking)

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 you was around, to see us rip through the underground
Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R
One love baby pa