*featuring Street Life
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[Method Man]
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo
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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
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All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now
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It's goin down
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One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby
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Shaolin what?
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Come on, come on, HA!
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Dangerous ground
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Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
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War and peace, I take it to the street
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Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
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And curse his first born, is this thing on?
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Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people
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See, niggaz through the eye of the demon
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My lethal injection, destroyin evil
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Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol
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Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die
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Said the spider to the fly "Could this one be tasty"
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Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me
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On the job like Dick Tracy
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Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D.
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Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it
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Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten
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In the rotten apple
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I kick dirt on the sand castle
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Check the flavor all natural
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(Beat your feet)
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Hot Niks son
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(E-mizer)
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Before you get the main course
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(Taste a appetizer)
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Submerged in the word
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Heavy headed verbal
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Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you
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Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you
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Young gun got the body snatch you observe
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Yo eyes work you can only see through the third
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Eyeball baby I'm the norm on the bird
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To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on
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Track yellin at me get yo arrow god
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Victory is hard
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Regardless to whom or what
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They all get retard it's a law
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Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion
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And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards
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Couldn't save your enterrage plat lobotamy
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Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly
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Dumb deaf and blind is it
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I keep your spine out the battery pack spark it with mine keep it movin
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Now everybody just throw your hands in the......[phone rings]
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What the fuck?
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Peace - who this?
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[Streetlife]
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Mind detect mind
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A P.L.O. da startin line
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Deep Space Nine
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Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
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Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse
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Body-surf on the verse head first
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Peeped your feet bitch straight beat you know wit the heat
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And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain't nothin please
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Big boys don't destroy blunt is so pop stare on
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50 men convoy, spends to wear the big toy
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Rumble through the wasteland my hands on the silencer
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40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander
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Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate
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Dont' perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate
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Street politicians on a suicide mission
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Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position
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Dangerous ground
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Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down
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[Method Man]
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Yo
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Keep ya eyes open
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Love potion number nine poetry in motion
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Knowledge me the seventh sign
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Scold it canivin
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Infiltrate is most of mine
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Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
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Push and get shoved what the fuck gods thinkin of
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Comin in the club wit that screw face, actin up
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Is we men or mice, bad moon risin
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We wild for the night
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Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-a
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That's what happened when frontin on this Shaol brotha
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Island of Staten we in here no fear
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Assault wit intent
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To kill your whole regiment it's real
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Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun
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Tear apart something you don't want it then don't start none
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Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly
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Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I.
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Fat like Joe, a day in the life
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Your money or your life that's the life
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Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle
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Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle
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(Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)
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Dangerous ground
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Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
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War and peace, I take it to the street
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Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
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Motherfuck
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Dangerous Grounds
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Method Man |