*featuring Street Life
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["Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface]
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[sample repeats in background of Street's intro]
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[Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)]
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Yo, yo
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Never doubt the Life
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(EHHHH! YO!) Yo
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Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
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Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey
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Yo (respect, that's my word)
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[Street Life]
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Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
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All my life I've been poverty stricken
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Always took what's mines, never was given
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a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision
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You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin
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Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position
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Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction
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Concrete composition for emcee's in submission
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Special edition crash course mission
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Push through like the task force and crush all competition
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See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin
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Greet your man posted up like two little bitches
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When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
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Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes
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I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas
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I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business
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Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
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I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit
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These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
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Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
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(Yo, yo Math!)
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It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
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Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to
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Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
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Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
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Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
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Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
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Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana
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Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor
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Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda
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Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama
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Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker
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Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder
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Fear the bow of the silent archer
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Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter
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Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
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While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
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Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar
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Your highnes, the crowd hollar
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Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
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Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas
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The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the ?gosha?
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Monster truck crush you imposters
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
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It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
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I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to
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Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
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Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
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Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
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Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
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Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!
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[Method Man]
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I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential
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Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru
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You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to
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Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials
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Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals
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The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental
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Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials
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Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into
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Got the Clan jewels as I continue
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to serve you everythin on that's on the menu
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with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up?
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My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
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Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
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The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me
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Shaolin What? Don't get it fucked up and cross me
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Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy
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Say it ain't so! Bust the callico
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Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
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It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
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Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to
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Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
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Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
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Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
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Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
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