Method Man

[fox69]

"Soundcheck"
(feat. Hanz On, Carlton Fisk)

"Soundcheck"
(feat. Hanz On, Carlton Fisk)



[Hanz On:]
One more time, not again.
Do it again. Hanz On music. check check code red

[Verse 1 - Method Man:]
Mr. Meth check check,
House gang check check.
Players get ejected out, the game that’s a tec tec.
Mayweather fight night homie, I’m still you best bet.
I’m like the homie 2 chains on’me.
Protect your neck, neck.
Opposites attract, I got you standing opposite, the mack
Cops pursuing, now I am swallowing the crack.
This ain’t your role model on the track, simple fact,
This is call of duty, watch my gun nozzle through the map map.
It’s all about survival where we at,
That’s the reason why my father kept the rifle plus a bible on his lap.
Hallelujah, I am playing my position, karma sutra
And anybody play me out position ima shoot ya

[Chorus - Hanz On:]
Yo it’s mic check, check.
Get the Henny bottles check check.
Lock load, bout to body niggas holla check check
Hanz On, is he up & ready, holla check check.
Big fisk trigger finger steady, holla check check.
Streetlife, is he bout that feddy holla check check.
Meth man, is he rollin heavy holla check check.
Hanz On music, i you with us, holla check check
Hanz up, if you bout that dollar, holla check check.

[Verse 2 - Carlton Fisk:]
Take it back to Gucci mocks, polo rugby glocks,
with 21 shots, I am very dirty money.
Carlo consigliere, an I’ma cross the Verazzano.
Where they made a lucky man out of Charlie Luciano.
I cut from a different material.
I scratch off the serial numbers, for its time to get rid of you.
Revenge of Big Den, cocksucker, check check.
Aim for the face, but his neck next.
Promises promises, well baby boy, this is not a death threat.
Organized crime is back with black suits on.
You know that its on, when i hashtag Hannibal voice (get your boots on)

[Chorus - Hanz On:]
Yo it’s mic check, check.
Get the Henny bottles check check.
Lock load, bout to body niggas holla check check
Hanz On, is he up & ready, holla check check.
Big fisk trigger finger steady, holla check check.
Streetlife, is he bout that feddy holla check check.
Meth man, is he rollin heavy holla check check.
Hanz On music, i you with us, holla check check
Hanz up, if you bout that dollar, holla check check.

 

[fox69]

"Spazzola"
(feat. Street Life, Raekwon, Masta Killa)

"Spazzola"
(feat. Street Life, Raekwon, Masta Killa)



[Method Man:] Uh
[Masta Killa:] Deadly Melody part two
[Method Man]
Thats my word
It aint safe no more...no more bitch
[Masta Killa]
Yo yo
Brain is punctured and drained through the nasal
Hour of assassination be upon you
Moving with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot
? the head in, (not sure of this verse)
East remains hot with police
But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic
Extended clip rewind, bust mine,
Anytime you reveal your snake is raising actions
Observe the magnetic attraction
[Method Man]
And its time for some grid...
[Street Life]
...iron rap, action-packed grudge match
Tough act to follow, hard copy novel throw you off the Farasauno
We swimmin with these sharks, yo I raked body guard
Stamp my initial in your birthmark, P.L.O
Plus like a calico, tally ho
Black expo, checks in afro, we back yo,
Stole-a-mite, crash your wind pipe, with the (right to right?)
Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot-out street lights
[Method Man]
Sight beyond sight, late night, city light
Tight like a virgin, merging with my aye-a-like
Splergin, dirty to the grain, no detergant
Filthy, innocent till I'm proven guilty
Submergin, deeper in the lecture I'm servin
Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
I'm hurtin, your person, I'm certain, its curtains
[Chorus:]
It aint nothing like hip-hop music
You like it cause you choose it
Most D.J.'s won't refuse it
Alot of sucka M.C.'s misuse it
Don't think that Wu can't lose it
Too much to gain you'll abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This one is completely captured bass
[Inspektah Deck]
Yo
I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts
Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlov, 9 Glocks
Technique your rhyme part machine gun ammo
Sporadic flow buckle the foe, intro to outro
Galico, throw verse, we slide my dough first
I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go beserk
>From the Shao burrow, wylin out on the furlow
Commando, style thorough, solo inferno
It burns slow, thermal nuclear degrees
Heads of underseas down to the youngest seeds
Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze
Hundred G's for the garden, the fierce stampede
>From the die cast, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast
Equipped to perform the task
S-I-N-Y, and what, had a gut
The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust
[Killa Sin]
We be the world's most fabulous, hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous
Killas get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets
Extravagent, ? drop a helicopter high
Up into the sky, lines philosiphie ??
Watch my pockets ride, to the bottom bus
Confide in God and Sin, I trust the villianous
Criminal minded killas rust
I intend to build a fortifying man,
Mastermind vying men, navigate the globe and retire quick
[Raekwon]
Aiyyo fluid rap bend, through a black Veluga black act
Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap
Slang A-K, national, geographical, mathematical
Slide up in your worth casual
Night air dog, who wear it all, blouse down to bra
All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable
Rap mayors, who clap Himalayas pinky fingers
Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers
Sly-workin, network beserk, mad hurting
Killing whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomindales
??, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo
Fuck yall niggas carve my ice through my beige window
[door creaking open]
[gunshots followed by a car alarm]
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Spazz Spazzola Ola
S-I-N-Y 10304
Lock your door
Crack your jaws
Drop your draws
It's all day everyday with this rap souflee'
Muzak...

 

[fox69]

"Step By Step"

"Step By Step"


[Method Man]
This goes out
to all the big head niggaz
And all them big head bitches
You know my steez-o

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic
So you can't see the topic, condition combo
Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo
Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho
Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween
the hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that
Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak
Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback
is when I condemn men, to purgatory
Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories
in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner

[Chorus: Method Man]

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

[Method Man]
Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender
No retreat no surrender, head trauma
Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor
Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session
With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section
with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit
E Double up dammit, Iron Lung
flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know
It's time that I take advantage, take command yo
Cops caught me red-handed
Blood On the Dance Floor
or was it Michael Jackson
Fuck it, time for some action
Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening

[Chorus 2X]

[Method Man]
Before she get her back blown
Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
Automate and keep it goin, right and exact
Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan
Jack Frost, leave em frozen
Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan
Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin
At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision
And split decision, tell your old folk
and your children what I'm dealin
Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain
Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers

[Chorus]

This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz
And all them big head bitches
All them big head bitches

 

[fox69]

"Stimulation"
(feat. Blue Raspberry)

"Stimulation"
(feat. Blue Raspberry)



[Intro Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
Let's come together for the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion

[Verse 1]
I got 36 styles on my mind,
Keep it real, Shaolin represent one (time)
All my peoples are you with me, where you at? (suuuu)
All my killer bees on attack, where you at? (suuuu)
Throw ya fuckin' hands in the air if you wanna mix
If ya got ya gats peel a cap for the new year
Blinding devotion,
What's the commotion?
Wu-Tang clan (??)
Flowin' like the ocean (bluue)
I be comin' for your (crewww)
Flyin' guillotine (styyyle)
With the name Meth-Tical
Is it on?
Is it on?
Is it gone?
If I ain't on ya records then the shit ain't really on
One man band from the Wu-Tang clan
Ask who the man, goddamn, it be Method
Here-here I am in the plan (??)
Puttin' Def Jam's on my records
It's onnnn

[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
Let's come together for the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion
Can everybody feel the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation

[Verse 2]
I'm here for you son, I gotcha back
As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back
Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act
Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack
C'mon let's keep it real, no disguise, recognize
From my sword chop what a nigga do?
A nigga dies
That's why I'm stressin' that brothers keep they thoughts on they lesson
Ressurect yo mind from the essence
For real
Ill block nigga get rocked like by the dozen,
Whaddup cousin?
Now give a pound to that lounge nigga
Peace, my MZA, killa hills 10304 by tha gza got me wide it's goin dza
So I just, uh,
Make my way for the Wu building
Now I'm chillin' with the neighborhood villans thug life it be on now
Hear the gun blaow as I milk another cow
Let the method show you how niggas do it
I study,
In the life of good, bad, and ugly
Part time call that nigga lovely
But that ain't nuttin'
Before I die, I'm a leave the world,
With something,
To remember me by
The real stimuli
Fool you be frontin'
?Ass out rap to rapture to capture?
I keep it when I part like a natural disaster
I keep it live
Time more than '85
And (??) third eye got me thinkin'
Mabye you and I should get together for whatever
You never in ya long ligge-life had it better
Then you got it now
We be lifted, tical
Word, son, I like yo style

[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]

[Break: Method Man, overlaps chorus]
Basically,
I'm here for the stimuli
To get high and for doughnuts
Meth-Tical, it's 9-4, and it's raw, once more
The Wu-Tang saga continues

[Outro Chorus: Method Man, overlaps Blue Raspberry's Chorus]
Wu-Tang clan, forever
No we don't die we just multiply forever, and ever, and ever...

[Chorus' 'till fade]

 

[fox69]

"Straight Gutta"
(feat. Redman, Hanz On, Streetlife)

"Straight Gutta"
(feat. Redman, Hanz On, Streetlife)



[Verse 1: Streetlife]
I’m from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent
For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant
Fuck what your name is, you’ll be non-existent
If you ever try to show any form of resistance
I’m strong in the hood. I’m in a good position
When I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen
You acting the part like you in an audition
Where shoot out’s in the parks is a daily tradition
This is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition
Shot you through your third eye, will change your whole disposition
The body never lie, call me the mortician
Every death has a story to tell, so pay attention
Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in
Never put your hat on the bed. I’m a little superstitious
Got my black suit on, they say I am acting suspicious
Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing

[Hook: Redman]
Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out, everybody goes down
Word on the street, these boys get butter
Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta

[Verse 2: Hanz On]
Got my black suit on, we get malicious
Hanz On checking in for the squad, he on his pivot
Got them big guns, make ‘em disappear, call ‘em wizards
Will oblige, till you meet your demise, this shit is physics
Mr. Barka newest gee on the block, he is the shizit
Suffer Mossberg wounds to ya frame, you move a smidgen
Hanz rollin with the man he the Meth, pay you a visit
Prerequisite have them all in the dirt. They all can get it
Used to percolate the crack in the pot, until it dried
Now I am occupying spots on your block, that shit is aye
And when we popping off the gun at your top, we make it pie
You better take another look at your seeds, and holla bye
Yo as far as ma’fuckas concerned, yo this is it
John Blaze press a button on dudes, they getting hit
As far as guns & that street shit go, my niggas fit
Hanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix

[Hook: Redman]
Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out, everybody goes down
Word on the street, these boys get butter
Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta

[Verse 3: Redman]
I got 28 38’s 48 machine guns
Wu-Tang recon, check out the retard
I want that boat money carrying my green card
Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar
I straight gutta, mind on butta
Everything dirty where rubber for the come up
Block nigga shine like a 5D shutta
Red, Hanz & Street run this mother

[Verse 4: Method Man]
We getting buku scrilla
My brothers on their grind
Not another Columbine call me new school killa
Scoop of French vanilla brought a duce duce with her
I might pull a Lil Jon and let the bruce bruce hit her
I’ll be gone till November, cry me a river
You could die, but I figure I’ma try and be the bigger man
I and my gorillas, they gonna fry em up for dinner
Like them boys from Cypress Hill said (how I could just kill a man)

[Hook: Redman]
Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out, everybody goes down
Word on the street, these boys get butter
Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta

 

[fox69]

"String Play (Like This, Like That)"

"String Play (Like This, Like That)"


[Method Man]
Uh, and it goes like this
Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that
Now let me tell you who I am
Up early in the morning, dressed in black
Who dat? [echoes]

[Genius/GZA]
Yo yo
Marvel this theatrical, drama on stage
Broadway classical, led men to rage
Like currents, the beat change and now a flow is strange
You in the arctic wit wolves that viciously main
Thugs that roam clubs, in the dark wit fireworks that spark
Saltwater vibrations comin from sharks
Blood-thirsty kids bite just as well as I write
You're like secretaries who can't type, you're no use
Broke down vessels who want a boost, there's no jokes
Quick fast you, get stumped cuz you played, your organ pump
Kool-Aid, from Indiana wit the Jones of a Lost Crusade
Hip-hop done hit the church, choir girls rockin mini skirts
The b-side kept plenty hurt
Push like the shovels in snow storms
And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! [echoes]

[Chorus (Method Man) 4x]
Uh and it goes like this
Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that

[Method Man]
Pay no attention to the evil they speak
You caught the beef wit the equal eye, poisonous beats from underneath
Crack the concrete wit two left feet
Head on my meat
Ain't no games here we playin for keeps (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!)
Introducing, the crowd seducing man on the street
Penitentiaries is either half-dead or too sweet
Back to basic, condition-al god, plus I can take it
Wagin war within the matrix, it's hard to see
Touch, hear, smell or even taste it, take your places
We runnin in these human races, bucking naked
Back-slappin kid yappin, actin villian catchin feelin like we cap peelin
As if we killin every brick in every project building
From Cabrini Green to Tildens, sincerely yours
Mista Meth and Maximilion (da millions, da millions)
(Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka KAAA!) (da millions ha!)

[Chorus 5x]

[Method Man]
Uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh
Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!)
(WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!)
Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm
And it goes like this

 

[fox69]

"Sub Crazy"

"Sub Crazy"


[Intro/Chorus:]

We can all get by if we want now
Get a phat piece of the pie if we want
Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now
I will survive, recognize it be Tical

[Verse One:]

Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war on the ill block
Things just ain't peace no more, fuck it
If you ain't with me then forget me
Niggas try to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation, shifty
Creepin' niggas in the dark, triggas with no heart
Rippin' ass apart, I'll be swimmin' with the sharks now
Stay out my water or it's manslaughter
Kid, you oughta start reachin' for that nickle-plated auto-
Matic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps
Bustin' mad shots to ya attic
They say this hazard, this flows a hazard
Straight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said
"Wanted Dead or Alive," I swear by the whites of they eyes
To never take a dive I will survive

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]

Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin'
Like they want problems, you want 'em, you got 'em
Rap contact, is writin' this exactly, the way it should be
Attacked, Killer Beeeees on a swarm
So what my martial law drops bombs like Qur'an
The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism
I bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom
Decipher the flow, I be hyper, I bring all the styles
That rekindle like old flames
Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliva
Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River
Styles be tight, trite like a thief in the night
I be the sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in yo wife
Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid
Flippin' on the mic, it's a classic

 

[fox69]

"Sucker MC's"

"Sucker MC's"


[ODB]
Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay
[Meth]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel
Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle
Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas
Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us
[RZA]
Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever
Come tougher than DJ ?'s leather
Make a better tomorrow
Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers
The fire come, transmit vire come
The higher sire come, we burn your wire
Wu-Tang be number one...
[Meth & RZA]
Four years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was Meth and it went this way
Yo, we took a test to become an MC
All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me
God threw me inside his Cadillac
The chaffuer drove off and we never came back
Meth cut the record down to the bone
And now I rock solid chrome microphones
Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs
Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see...
That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D
Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack
Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack
I chill at the party in my b-boy stance
Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants
Fly like a dove, that come from up above
My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love
It's just a one two three a three a two one
Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung
Blow them right in your face with the bass
You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste
First come, first serve basis
Coolin out boo, take you to the def places
One of a kind for you people's delight
And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right
Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife
Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife
Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew
And everybody know what you've been through
It's the one two three three two one
Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung
Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass
Come in first place in the real rap race
Go uptown, buy a bag of brown
You sucker MC, a sad face clown
Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady
You drive a big car get your gas from Getti
[ODB]
I'm ODB in the place to be
Didn't go to St. John's University
In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge
A Law of Mathematics that's higher than college
I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens
She love filthy swine and my collard greens
I'm dressed to kill, you know our style
Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly
If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one
[X2]
I wrote this song about the (?)
You gotta know where to start when the beats play
[X2]

 

[fox69]

"Supa Ninjaz"

"Supa Ninjaz"


[repeating in background:] "rock, the body body -- rock the body body"

[U-God]
Dino the dart specialist
Knahmean?
Golden Arms, yo
Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing
What? Check it

The all eye seein, heavenly divine
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine
A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me
I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh)
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy
Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts
Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin
The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em
Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement
for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior
America the grave for gun wavers (what?)
The wave runners, what the blood seed again
Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds
with right timin, bite with vampire rhymes

[Method Man]
Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye
Four metal street soldiers, born to die
Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime
niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin
Night vision unseen, like Jean
when I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison
in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin
to my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted
by tracks that be Tru Mastered, opposites attract
beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself
til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt
Like hot peas and butter nigga, I got the belt
What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot
I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett
Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien
About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live
Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin
T2 Judgment comin, nobody's safe
when I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase
when the coppers give chase, I give em finger
The only hip-hop singer, to tell America
to kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya
from this major misbehavior, heavy hands
layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill

[Cappadonna]
I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate
Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate
set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state
Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate
Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate
Army tank, high rank, got the bank
Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York
to Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day
To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's
To PJ's, in the PJ's, equality days
With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead
The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead
Big born is on take the uniform, we perform
shit like gangs are now born check for new dawn
Fuck a U Conn, you been warned, we the realest
We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born

("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - [repeat til fade]

 

[fox69]

"Suspect Chin Music"
(feat. Street Life)

"Suspect Chin Music"
(feat. Street Life)



[Method Man]
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas
all hail me, the good the bag the ugily
the money's around your way, lovely
where for art thou Meth-tical god-child
I pack a smile like crocidile profile
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down, man down

[Street Life]
I live by the street code never old
never love a hoe, never flash the dough
cause you never know who friend or foe
got block control solid gold thought
before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto
habitat with no parole
never snitch switch which
keep a fresh pair of kicks
split the tongue snatch the weed
in case the cops wanna strip search
think first prepare for the worst
when you do dirt
remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst

[Method Man]
No doubt dummy out
bets pull the money out
niggas walk a funny route
this is what its all about?
young guns and dum-dums
slum bums and sons
askin' niggas where they come from
get him for his one, um
sunshine, its crunch time
stranded on the front line
ducking from the one-time
niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha
make this one the anthem
ring around the rosie
pocket full of Grants, uh

[Street Life]
Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug
sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug
sucker for love catch a slug, nigga

[Method Man]
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow

[Street Life]
Carry your eyes and avoid spots
cellblocks rap blow you for your slide(?)
time what you got's mine
we can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine
whether the rhyme or the crime Ima still shine
heavy on the street talk cut your life support short
never had no love for you so there is no love lost
strictly enforced by the street stories get double crossed
hands off I run with the torch

[Method Man]
They got me fed up from the head up
put up or shut up
on stage in them shiny get-up
these niggas is funny
energizer bunny actors
they hustle backwards
son I think they gay rappers
say word, drop some stature
dog splash ya, party crash ya
the spell casta
heard the same before and after its over
flood get your brain end the game, done its over
end of the line out of time bitch its over
on the wrong street with no heat he was sober
we soldiers somebody should've told ya

[Street Life]
Million dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug
cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug
bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug
sucker for love catching slugs nigga

[Method Man]
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow

[Street Life]
With the W burning through your flesh
verbally possesed never second guess
blow minds like David Koresh
fuck a vest you need a gun to protect your assets
deep in the aztecs break out before the sun set
street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for
got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store
if you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate
all you sober mcs, I leave y'all niggas half-baked

[Method Man]
Microphone is in a choke hold
losin' control bringing drama by the boatload
it takes drama
in the pillage now of cappadonna
my split persona hit their village and their baby mama
y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry
and kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy
before its over
you should keep your chain tucked in
and should never run your mouth with a suspect chin
now lay it down

[Street Life]
Just because you wild in the clup you ain't thug
sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
tattoos and hard screws you ain't thug
real thugs runnin' with hate and smash love