Crooked Letter I Feat Streetlife Lyrics - Method Man

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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 xxxxxxx 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 xxxx 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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