*featuring Street Life
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[Method Man]
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Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
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send niggas back to go, try again niggas
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all hail me, the good the bag the ugily
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the money's around your way, lovely
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where for art thou Meth-tical god-child
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I pack a smile like crocidile profile
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can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
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spin around let your whole crown man down, man down
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[Street Life]
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I live by the street code never old
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never love a hoe, never flash the dough
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cause you never know who friend or foe
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got block control solid gold thought
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before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto
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habitat with no parole
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never snitch switch which
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keep a fresh pair of kicks
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split the tongue snatch the weed
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in case the cops wanna strip search
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think first prepare for the worst
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when you do dirt
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remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst
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[Method Man]
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No doubt dummy out
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bets pull the money out
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niggas walk a funny route
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this is what its all about?
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young guns and dum-dums
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slum bums and sons
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askin' niggas where they come from
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get him for his one, um
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sunshine, its crunch time
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stranded on the front line
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ducking from the one-time
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niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha
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make this one the anthem
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ring around the rosie
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pocket full of Grants, uh
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[Street Life]
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Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug
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sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
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tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug
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sucker for love catch a slug, nigga
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[Method Man]
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Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
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send niggas back to go, try again niggas
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shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
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shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
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[Street Life]
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Carry your eyes and avoid spots
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cellblocks rap blow you for your slide(?)
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time what you got's mine
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we can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine
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whether the rhyme or the crime Ima still shine
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heavy on the street talk cut your life support short
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never had no love for you so there is no love lost
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strictly enforced by the street stories get double crossed
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hands off I run with the torch
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[Method Man]
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They got me fed up from the head up
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put up or shut up
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on stage in them shiny get-up
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these niggas is funny
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energizer bunny actors
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they hustle backwards
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son I think they gay rappers
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say word, drop some stature
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dog splash ya, party crash ya
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the spell casta
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heard the same before and after its over
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flood get your brain end the game, done its over
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end of the line out of time bitch its over
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on the wrong street with no heat he was sober
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we soldiers somebody should've told ya
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[Street Life]
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Million dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug
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cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug
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bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug
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sucker for love catching slugs nigga
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[Method Man]
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Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
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send niggas back to go, try again niggas
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shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
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shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
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Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
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send niggas back to go, try again niggas
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shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
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shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
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[Street Life]
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With the W burning through your flesh
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verbally possesed never second guess
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blow minds like David Koresh
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fuck a vest you need a gun to protect your assets
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deep in the aztecs break out before the sun set
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street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for
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got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store
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if you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate
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all you sober mcs, I leave y'all niggas half-baked
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[Method Man]
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Microphone is in a choke hold
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losin' control bringing drama by the boatload
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it takes drama
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in the pillage now of cappadonna
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my split persona hit their village and their baby mama
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y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry
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and kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy
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before its over
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you should keep your chain tucked in
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and should never run your mouth with a suspect chin
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now lay it down
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[Street Life]
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Just because you wild in the clup you ain't |