(feat. Ready Roc, Streetlife)
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[Redman]
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Yo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic'
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Light up like Showtime when they about to fight
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How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's
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Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice
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Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide
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It's dirty, lookie here
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Still sharp like I'm back in school
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It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth
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Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose?
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Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue
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The big whale that's writing fishscale
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Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon
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My goons, think like Chris Wallace
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'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it
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When my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I
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Crush the building, how about that?
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[Chorus: Ready Roc (Redman) {Streetlife} ]
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Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga?
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(My car, how about that, nigga?)
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{Getting money, how about that, nigga?}
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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[Ready Roc]
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How about it, any nigga realer than me? I doubt it
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Catch Ready hop out of v, low mileage
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You see the way I play with money, I'm so childish
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And, so stylish, looking like Gucci my sponsor
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Kicks crazy, jewelry is bonkers
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Whether in the club or you see me in concert
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I go hard, who created a monster?
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Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with
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Talk slick, get flipped like a Sidekick
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You wonder why your bitch is on my dick
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Cuz the boy flow doper than five bricks
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The MC wishing I simply
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Be remembered like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp C
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And when my niggas say 'get 'em', that's when I
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Blocka blocka, how about that, nigga?
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[Chorus: Streetlife (Ready Roc) {Method Man} ]
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Look at my house, how about that, nigga?
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(Sour dies', how about that, nigga?
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{Big paper, how about that, nigga?}
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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[Streetlife]
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How bout that, ten years plus in the rap game
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And still getting cream like a fat cat
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Plus, I'm grossing money off of ASCAP
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Plus, my publishing, yea I owns that
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First of all, my royalty come quarterly
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My hoes, my niggas, all move accordingly
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Streetlife, I'm so international
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My foreign exchange, but always in the capitol
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Straight cash advances, while you be calling
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Your label all day, hoping someone answers
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I flow with no auto-tone, just me and my bitch
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My blunt, my beat, my microphone
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I shine with no jewelry on, another star is born
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Watch me perform, beyond the norm
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And when my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I
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Brr stick 'em, haha, stick 'em, how about that, nigga?
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[Chorus: Method Man (Streetlife) {Redman} ]
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Fuck what it cost, how about that, nigga?
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(I'm a boss, how about that, nigga?)
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{Straight pimping, how about that, nigga?}
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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[Method Man]
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Pimp game, soak it up, you dig?
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Hope your haters want beef, cuz I don't touch the pig
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How about that, boy, I'm a G, ain't another MC
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Or pedophile that can touch the kid, I do it big
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Like Chris Wallace, big bank, big wallet
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Got a flow that go straight to the pros, forget college
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I still got it, if I got an issue, I flow the pistol
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And I'm offical, just like them niggas that low the whistle
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Word, man, I shoot to kill 'em, you heard?
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If you nasty, I shoot 'em with penicilen, you heard?
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I'm like Cali, so carry, when I'm flipping the words
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Flip the script on your bitch ass while I'm flipping the bird
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Meth sick with the pen, stick a few in your men
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Then again, stick with my pen through the thick and the thin
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Look, when my niggas 'get 'em', I send 'em to hell
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And ride with 'em, how about that, nigga?
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[Chorus: Redman (Method Man) {Ready Roc} ]
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Look at my crew, how about that, nigga?
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(Gun bigger than you, how abotu that, nigga?
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{Pop bottles, how about that, nigga?}
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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How Bout Dat
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Method Man |