Wipe Ya Mouf – Smif-N-Wessun

Walkin down the street, watchin you, clockin me Could it be because I’m magnetic, yet it gives me a fuckin headache Cuz it’s pathetic when niggas jump on ya

Wrekonize – Smif-N-Wessun

What up? I heard that you got a little prob’ Wit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed Stickin and flickin the bangers, throw them

Wontime – Smif-N-Wessun

Before I lay my head down ta rest I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice

Sound Bwoy Bureill – Smif-N-Wessun

Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/ the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/ 2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/ fake the funk/I put the junk

Timz N Hood Check – Smif-N-Wessun

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,

Hellucination – Smif-N-Wessun

Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough Strobe light affect, everything’s movin slow Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home Stagger to

Stand Strong – Smif-N-Wessun

that’s only because it’s mad real in Bucktown. It gets mad deep in the streets, when you gotta watch ya back for beasts, enemies even ya peeps. I step

Next Shit – Smif-N-Wessun

Blaka! That’s my alarm clock a-shot Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team Twistin up buds, puffin

Cession At Da Doghillee – Smif-N-Wessun

I flow fluidly, though I be the being of your bee’s wax Ease back, fo’ I squeeze that We don’t need that, do we, do we? Rap style, groupie,

Bucktown – Smif-N-Wessun

No frontin’, just in case I gotta smoke some Around here headz don’t act their age Ya might be another dead boy on the front page Enter the cipher…

Wrektime – Smif-N-Wessun

Tek: You’re too light to fight, plus you’re too thin to win, and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin? Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.

K. I. M. (Keep It Movin) – Smif-N-Wessun

When the booms bye close (yo we got to Keep It Movin) When your shorties act up (aiyo, we got to Keep It Movin) When the spilly get hot

Home Sweet Home – Smif-N-Wessun

This is the story of a place, that we call home Where the kids pack heat when it’s time to roam Everybody’s on the scramble, life’s a gamble Hoppin

P. N. C. (Partners N Crime) – Smif-N-Wessun

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,

Let’s Git It On – Smif-N-Wessun

Ah-yea, ah I don’t think these peeps know Yo it’s finally on for real, duke Brothers better recognize Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son