[Streetlife]
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Yo, I know the streets is watchin'
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Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or glockin'
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Waitin' for my down four street got options
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Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'
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All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin'
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Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction
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Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin'
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I produce joints that loosen up the socket
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Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit
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Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it
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Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it
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This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You)
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Who the ultimate? (Wu)
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Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shit
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Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick
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I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits
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And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture
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[Redman]
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Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front
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So hard the airbags use nasal pumps
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Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)
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I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough
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Inform the former the first step was a warm-up
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The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was
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Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up
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Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat Farm up
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I never gotta Soul Train award
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Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all
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Never, trick a bitch car payment off
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Im a orangatang when the chain is off
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Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
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Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass
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When im in your hood nigga throw me bags
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[Method Man]
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Lets trick the night fantastic
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Im flexable, they used to call me plastic
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These big butt bitches get they ass kicked
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It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids
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Couldn't live where we live
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I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz
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Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
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Right? You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man
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Meth rock a mic without a kickstand
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Two blunts, and razors in his wristband
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Slap you and your bitch man
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Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man
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When it's goin' down, call me quicksand
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Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
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And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant
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For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin'
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As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson
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Cuz what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session?
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[Saukrates]
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Let a nigga get into it
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Lubricate y'all veins with your "Do-It" fluid
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I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it
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Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest
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Now im on the highway, doing it my way
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With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday
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Performin' like the weather was warm
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And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms
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And keep the ghetto, pop your metal
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Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
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The addiction, aint no friction
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I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription
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With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes
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And burn the arch, like a iron to your face
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These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
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Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button
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Enjoy Da Ride
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Method Man |