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[Intro: Streetlife (Method Man)] Ooooh! We have returned Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again) It´s the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo.. [Streetlife (Method Man)] Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (y´all niggaz crazy!) I runs up on you in broad days, I´m a Loose Link I carry´s the Heaterz, always Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways It´s that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead (Me and my Co-D´s, about to O.D.) let me procede I´m that O.G., you´re not in my league (you know my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.´s [Method Man (Streetlife)] I rock for all my niggaz (I rock for all my niggaz) That´s why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here Stat´ Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man Harder than a dick on viagra gettin´ a lap dance Hittin´ like a back hand (I slap y´all kids) As if we in a game of spades, and y´all renig´ John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some of that is slum (Son, I´m already knowin´) cut they jeans mad young [Chorus 2X: Kon Artis] In the Crooked Letter I, it´s do or die Shit, every man fights to stay alive In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why.. [Method Man (Streetlife)] Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia´ (Told y´all) You´ll never go broke, long as I yo´ya Maintain your composure, or party over For stank bitches, who get it, twisted like yoga Holla for a dollar, yea, and y´all ain´t gotta go home (But y´all gotta get the fuck outta here) Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won´t see me a lot But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox" [Streetlife (Method Man)] We rollin´, big truck, sittin´ on chrome (twistin´ a bone) Talkin´ to a bird on the bat phone Zonin´, out the area, roamin´ The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin´ The omen (I´m warnin´ you now!) Niggaz is holdin´ Run up, watch me put one up in your colon Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin´ Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing [Chorus 2X] [Streetlife (Method Man)] Beware, danger, shoot off your flares Warn all your dogs (tell ´em we here) The Stat´ (we don´t bust our guns in the air) Never that, y´all don´t come out til the coast is clear (Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun When I start lettin´ off (niggaz is jettin´ off) You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth [Method Man] Double O, 3, long time no see Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G Then he make it to the door, and he can´t find the key Don´t know what it be, to make y´all follow my lead Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed If rap wasn´t rap no more, what would it be I don´t know, I´d be zonin´ sometime, must be the weed... That´s that shit [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)] Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace To the Million Dollar Kid, Y (S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7 Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin´ on the track, nigga Matter fact, I´mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on Cuz we´ll "tri" any fuckin´ thing) Homicide Housing.. (Fuck y´all)

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