[Verse One: Steele] (Tek) This thing build from the ground up Around hounds and pups it sounds tough salute to the founders Grew up underground with the shooters and scoundrels Don't assume what confuse us with the losers around you (Stay in tuned with the movers) Got the news of them clowns too (A little birdie told me how he think that he found you) I'm deuce like to let me loose in the booth with the pound too Crush a dog out a squad call the mob to surround you [Verse Two: Tek] (Steele) Chuck Tee's! With a beast got sweatshirts Black Republic chain, millionaire net worth (Firfty cal with some white Hennessy I'm the O-N-E!) Y'all are Mini Me's! Plus! You know my style's undeniable (Bullets untraceable) Respect unbuyable! So! Kill yourself if you curse my name Before you face the mob and the Beard Gang! [Chorus: Tek] (Smif-N-Wessun) (*Pete Rock Scratchin) (I'm goin off!) Like a grenade, with a bullpen (I'm goin off!) Like a Lifer, that's fresh in (I'm goin off!) Like a mob flick, you see the credits (I'm goin off!) Like a hungry fat bitch yeah I said it! (I'm goin off!) Like a nigga built off revenge (*G-G-G-Go off I go off!-"Spoonie Gee") (I'm goin off!) Like a shots from a cannon (*G-G-G--G-Go off I go off!-"Spoonie Gee") [Verse Three: Tek] (Steele) (Come on!) Black rocks (What!) In my black watch (What!) I'm in all black (I'm on my black ops!) My hammer back like the roof is Burn your top like a steak out of Ruth's (Yeah! You killa killa be a killa! Cause ain't nobody fuckin with me and my niggas!) Yeah! So fuck your life with a dirty dick Diarrhea on all y'all niggas! 'Cause we the shit! [Verse Four: Steele] (Tek) Man! Your rap's calculated hood cats are mild grenaded And we don't hang with no fakers we hang around greatness The foundation (Smif-N-Wessun) trey pound wakers (As-Salaam Alaikum) Go hard God he's just turkey bacon The flow covered I roll with the Soul Brother Plus the ack got the budget to make the career slow up (This team's situated) Beamer or nickel plated Since we enter stages they sick we made it, we invaded! [Chorus: Tek] (Smif-N-Wessun) (*Pete Rock Scratchin) (I'm goin off!) Like a grenade, with a bullpen (I'm goin off!) Like a Lifer, that's fresh in (I'm goin off!) Like a mob flick, you see the credits (I'm goin off!) Like a hungry fat bitch yeah I said it! (I'm goin off!) Like a nigga built off revenge (*G-G-G-Go off I go off!-"Spoonie Gee") (I'm goin off!) Like a shots from a cannon (*G-G-G--G-Go off I go off!-"Spoonie Gee") [Outro: Pete Rock Scratchin] W-W-W-With Smif-N-Wessun-"Steele" Got the remedy-"Havoc" C-C-Check this out son!-"Prodigy" U-Uh!-"Jay-Z" Ah yeah! Ok we ready to rock-"Biz Markie" Tell 'em w-who we are?-"Masta Ace" T-This is Smif-N-Wessun! Not Cocoa B's-"Tek" Go-Go-Go off-G-G-Go off-Go off-: Spoonie Gee" G-G-G-Go off-Go off-"Spoonie Gee" G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Go off-Go off-"Spoonie Gee"