Testo Timz n hood check Smif-N-Wessun

Timz n hood check

[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
Its 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 Im rough to tha bone marrow
You dont 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
Thats how we choose to remain, cause we just cant change
And we wont change, still stay the same

[tek]
Timz and hood check, my crews out ta catch wreck
Run in ya crib and bolt ya doorsll be ya best bet
Ya hear footsteps approach, as I drop the roach
Of the smoke ya cant react because ya throat is being choked
Pull yo biscuit thats 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 Im 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 aint 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 dont slip, nucca