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