Bucktown
Smif-n-Wessun Lyrics

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Listen up

Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
We're back again

Puttin' you punks to this newness
Introducing you to our new music

In '94, you know what I'm sayin'?
This is happening in 1994

(Violence on the rise)
There's an increase in violence

Lock your doors, nobody's safe
Stay safe and secure

You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Do you understand?

Check it out, haha
Listen up, this is something important

I walk around town with the pound strapped down to my side
I carry a gun for protection

No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke somethin'
I'm not trying to act tough, I'm just being prepared

'Round here, heads don't act their age
People act immature and irresponsible

You might be another dead bwoy pon page
You could end up as another death reported in the news

Enter the cypher with your lighter
Join the group with your lighter

L's are ready, prepare for another all-nighter
We're ready to smoke weed and party all night

But keep a watch for the cops 'cause they rock Glocks
Be cautious of the police who carry guns

Comin' on the block, tryna rock knots
They're trying to mess with us

Pigs be actin' like they're bigger than us niggas from the streets
Police act superior to us, who are from the streets

'Cause we stalk mad deep and them walk beats
We have a large group and we move around the streets

I guess them hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge
I think they dislike me because I don't cooperate

Playin' tough, starin' down the judge with my hands cuffed
I act tough and stare at the judge when I'm arrested

Standin' there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear
I'm standing there looking unkempt

Au revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here
Goodbye, I'm leaving

Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Police give me an angry look from head to toe

Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?
I wonder if it's because of my race or where I'm from

(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
This is Bucktown, where people carry guns

Got five emcee that wanna contest we
There are five rappers who want to challenge us

Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees
They're planning to hang us

Bring on your sounds and get drowned by my massive
Their music will be overpowered by ours

Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
They'll kill their enemy and keep their lover captive

Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
They'll shoot their enemy four times

On a violator that was sent out to get me
They're taking revenge on someone who wanted to harm them

I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's Black
I'm messed up and everything is chaotic

But Steele I'm on point, ready to Buck, ain't nothin' sweet, Jack
I'm alert and ready to fight, I'm not playing games

Bucktown, I represent it on the love, love
I love Bucktown and represent it boldly

Deeply rooted from my Timbs to my dick above
My love for Bucktown is deeply ingrained in me

Don't sweat the bulge comin' from my hip
Don't worry about the bulge on my hip

Grip once you get hit when I let my tool click
You'll feel my gun when I pull the trigger

Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark
They can't escape, danger is hiding in the dark

Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart
Heltah Skeltah is happy while they destroy their enemies

Here comes the rude bwoys with the ganja plants
They're coming with marijuana

Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
Smif-N-Wessun are leaders of the Boot Camp

(Bucktown) home of the, hmm, home of the, hmm
This is Bucktown, where things happen

Another murderer, just another prankster
Someone is pretending to be a killer

Rude bwoy dead 'cause him thought him was a gangster
Someone died because they were pretending to be a gangster

Tried to live the life of a hood from the streets
They tried to live like they're from the streets

Test the wrong dread now him in eternal sleep
They tested the wrong person and ended up dead

Mr. Rippa, I lurk in the Stuy
Mr. Rippa is lurking in the Stuyvesant neighborhood

Twist up the ganja when I wanna get high with my bredren
They smoke marijuana when they want to get high with their friends

A buddha session, learn your lesson
A marijuana smoking session, learn from this experience

Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun
Or they'll get shot by Smif or Wessun

Bucktown's everywhere, I swear
Bucktown is everywhere, believe me

It's clear to me you feel the weed now I barely see
It's obvious that they're high on weed, but their vision is impaired

Nightfall 'round the way
It's nighttime here

Original heads come out to play, puff herb, break day
Older people come out to socialize and smoke marijuana

It's just a regular, everyday state of bein' I
This is just a normal way of life for me

Mind's holdin' weight, rhymes free the mind in time
They have a lot on their mind, but music can be an escape

I find reality follows me where I roam three-sixty degrees
They can't escape reality no matter where they go

Back home in
They're back home

Once again, Smif-N-Wessun
Smif-N-Wessun are back

And we do it like this
This is our style

To my man Buckshot (yeah, yeah, Boot Camp)
This is dedicated to Buckshot and the Boot Camp

Ruck and Rock
Referring to the members of Heltah Skeltah

Ha, Bucktown Boot Camp, Evil Dee, Mr, Walt
Shoutouts to Bucktown, Boot Camp, Evil Dee, and Mr. Walt