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

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