Smif-N-Wessun - “P.N.C.”
[Emcee(s): Tek and Steele]
[Producer(s): DJ Evil Dee]
[Sample 1 (Multiple Elements): One Way ft. Al Hudson - “Get It Over” (3:04)]
[Sample 2 (Drums): Mighty Tom Cats - “Love Potion-Cheeba-Cheeba” (0:01)]

[Intro: Smif-N-Wessun]
Tek: Yo!
Steele: Yo
Tek: You remember Al? N***as used to always be bugging back in the day. N***as used to be buckwilding, right?
Steele: Yo, n***as used to be on some… yo. Matter of fact, yo, check it out, son. I gotta… I’ma, I’ma kick this shit to my man, kid
Tek: So let me hear this first
Steele: Aight
Tek: Kick that shit
Steele: Yo

[Hook: Steele]
Before I go to bed, I take an 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 n***a Rambo, you know we love ya
I wish you was around to see us rip through the underground
Smif-N-Wessun dedicates this to my man
Sean Grady, the R. One love, baby pa

[Interlude 1: Tek]
Yeah, yeah, haha, for real

[Verse 1: Tek]
Grab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it
A hollow-point slug comin' out a black biscuit
You inches from death, we ‘round the corner, comin' quick
We meth’d out our minds and just don’t give a shit
Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip
Wicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip, so
Fill your oaths and get dead, Mr. Buster
‘Cause we ain’t got love for none of y’all motherfuckers
Chief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by
You’re too leery to live, but you nah wan’ die
All these emcees with your fancy names and gangs
I know from the heart that it not mean a thing
Big up to all the real heads with the knuckle game
Rest in peace to all my n***as that was murdered and slain

[Interlude 2: Smif-N-Wessun]
Steele: Rest in peace to all my heads, you know’m sayin', keepin' it real on the streets. Word. To my Partners ‘N Crime. This is how we do crime, partner. Partners ‘N Crime. Yeah, let you know deal, kid. Partners ‘N Crime. Every day, got your back. Partners ‘N Crime. Yeah, no doubt
Tek: No doubt. That’s my Crime Partner. Yeah, you know how we do, dun. That’s my Crime Partner. Pshh. Yo, you got your Crime Partner? Yeah, me and my n***a, we’re Crime Partners

[Verse 2: Steele and (Tek)]
All heads realize, (recognize)
Smif-N-Wessun on the rise, (you better recognize)
“All” meaning each and every individual
Who listen to that voice in your head when it be kickin' truth
The heads that represent around the way
Showin' and provin', keepin' it movin' ‘til they break day
Realize what’s before your eyes, then
See if you see the same real as we. When
I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean:
Nuthin' alive or in dreams could ever come between
Original Clik, roll through the thin, and when
Shit got thick, we still managed to stick
Doing crimes with Decepticons of a sign of the times
Help we at times to keep our minds organized
So our knees don’t bend. For the enemy
Tek and me Crime Partners ‘til the end

[Interlude 2: Smif-N-Wessun]
Tek: My Partner ‘N Crime. Ha, yeah, yeah! My Partner ‘N Crime. You know how we get down. Yeah. Bucktown, you know we got Partners ‘N Crime. Hah, yeah. Everywhere got Partners ‘N Crime, you know’m saying?
Steele: Yeah. Rolling thick with my Crime Partner. You know that, each and every day, stepping through with my Crime Partner. Yeah, Crime Partners. Keep it real in the heart, keep it true

[Verse 3: Steele]
From the heart of where it all started: Bucktown. Boot Camp
Representing for all the dearly departed
Next, we coming to speak to the real emcees
‘Cause the weak emcees blow in the breeze
Smif-N-Wessun holds the remedy
Running with the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy
And if he happens to be amongst we
Fuck this. We bring him to court and serve justice

[Verse 4: Tek]
See, me and my Clik got a thing going on
True to the game, and the love makes us strong
For everyday trials and tribulations
You try to stop us, get rocked by a nation
See my forefront of soldiers ready to blow ya
Leave your back broke and your body slumped over
The war is on, and the stakes is getting high
You kill a man dead if him shit where him lie
It’s the code of the streets when you’re out with your peeps
Bumping on the beat, be on-point for the sweeps
Pigs harass that ass for the drug cash
Armageddon soon come—keep the gun stashed
But in the meanwhile, sess ease the stress
Taking gunshots through the nose to the chest
Bless the sensi that get me irie
And all praises due to the Almighty

[Interlude 3: Smif-N-Wessun]
Steele: Yeah, no doubt, Smif-N-Wessun representing like this for all the heads on the street. Walk strong
Tek: Ha! Yeah, yeah, Partners ‘N Crime like this. Yeah, no doubt. Ha!
Steele: Yeah, rest in peace to all the heads that’s gone
Tek: That’s gone like this, like that
Steele: Partners ‘N Crime. From the cradle to the grave, Partners ‘N Crime
Tek: Yeah, ha! And my Crime Partner. Boot Camp Clik doing it like this. Ha!

[Hook: Steele]
Before I go to bed, I take an 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 n***a Rambo, you know we love ya
I wish you was around to see us rip through the underground
Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man
Sean Grady, the R. One love, baby pa

[Outro: Tek]
One love to my n***a Big Bo like this. Yeah