Lyrics:

Yo, check this out (once again)
Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin the chords to this, newness (on the rise)
In '94 you know what I'm sayin? (on the rise)
Lock your doors, nobody's safe
You know what I'm sayin? (yeah)
Check it out, haha

(Steele)
I walk around town with the pound strapped down to my side
No frontin just incase I gotta smoke some
Round here headz don't act their age
Ya might be another dead boy front page
Enter the cipher, witcha lighter
El's are ready, prepare for another all nighter
But keep a watch for the cops 'cause they rock glocks
Comin on the block tryin to rock knots
Pigs be actin like they bigger than us niggaz from da streets
'Cause we stalk mad deep and they walk beats
I guess them hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge
Playin tough, starin down da judge with my hands cuffed
Standin there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear
I'm a one-year, now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with the frown
Is it because I'm brown, or is it because I'm from Bucktown?

BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz

(Tek)
Got five MC that wanna contest we
Got your nooses ready, hangin over the trees
Bring on your sounds and get drowned by my massive
Kill your body boy and hold your lover for hostage
Knock knock, Neggy knocked his four shots empty
On the violator that was sent out to get me
I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's black
But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack
Bucktown, I represent it on the love love
Deeply rooted from my Tims to by dick above
Don't sweat the buldge comin from my hip
Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click
Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark
Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're gettin torn apart
Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wesson, generals of the boot camp

BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the, huh, home of the
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz

(Tek)
Another murderer, just another prankster
Rude Boy dead 'cause him thought he was a gangsta
Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets
Test the wrong dread, now him in eternal sleep
Mr. Ripper I, lurk in da Stuy
Twist up da ganja when I wanna get high
With my breaddren, a boodah session
Learn ya lesson
Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun

(Steele)
Bucktown's everywhere, I swear
It's clear to me
You feel the weed, now I really see
Night fall round the way
Originoo heads come out to play
Puff herb, break day
It's just a regular, everyday state of being I
Minds hold the weight, rhymes feed the mind in time
I find reality follows me where I roam
360 degrees back home in

BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
BUCKTOWN!
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz

Once again
Smif-N-Wessun
We be doin like this (real nice, huh)
To my man Buckshot (yeah yeah)
At The Rock (ha)
Bucktown whoop damn straight
Bucktown every year
To my breaddren, baby, you know what I'm sayin?
On the real
Ya roll that up kids
Ah, and we do it like this