P.n.c. (partners N Crime) Lyrics - Singles - Smif-n-wessun

[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 

Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas 

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 

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(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 

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(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 

Cuz 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 

Fuck 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