Method Man, Streetlife, Inspectah Deck - Everything lyrics
[Method Man, Streetlife, Inspectah Deck - Everything lyrics]
Yeah yeah allah Math yeah yo yo
Y'all ain't never stopping the kid
Why y'all knocking the king?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or
Like a shot to the rib?
Plus you stay on top of they grills
Stay on top of they biz
Thinking niggas plotting on hairs
Think they not when they is
This is Staten Island gully
You dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me
The block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully
Popping they top i'd rather pop bubbly
One for BIG and one for Pac
Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get
Like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grit's, yo
Nahmeen?
Y'all don't really want no parts of this
Soon as a nigga start shining
Niggas start some shit
My 'gar lit like a boss
Head nigga in charge, get in these drawers
Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
This Meth dude got that food
And he serving it raw
Told you before, I bring the pain
And now I'm hurting them, pa
Hurting them, pa
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit
Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's
Allah Math
Streetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed
My sick gift had the highest paid ho
Get it cracking for free
Worldwide, still trapped in the P's, Pioneers
Like the twenty inch woofers
That's in back of the V
Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E
It don't matter who you happen to be
Nothing swagger like he
Keep a dirty cop close
Never talk with no feds
Tear the roof off the mother
Right along with ya head
And I ain't talk unless
She talking bout bread
You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance
How I'm walking the ledge
Son, I'm just a little off of the edge
As I stalk
The mean streets, for paused types
Callers are read
Killa Hill where the warriors bred
I'm a Resident
Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit
Special invited guest
I came to put the rumors to rest
Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
Niggas posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you pussy like the opposite sex
Front, see how many shots you will get
I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect
I'm just a man to respect
Watch your step, son, your funeral's next
Streetlife is the man in the flesh
I got one hand on your neck
The other hand is attached to the tech
Your next move could mean life or death
Make move, take baby steps
Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath
We hold courts, in the streets, we rep
For Cash Rule, and we came to collect
Cock sucker
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit
Y'all ain't never stopping the kid
Why y'all knocking the king?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or
Like a shot to the rib?
Plus you stay on top of they grills
Stay on top of they biz
Thinking niggas plotting on hairs
Think they not when they is
This is Staten Island gully
You dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me
The block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully
Popping they top i'd rather pop bubbly
One for BIG and one for Pac
Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get
Like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grit's, yo
Nahmeen?
Y'all don't really want no parts of this
Soon as a nigga start shining
Niggas start some shit
My 'gar lit like a boss
Head nigga in charge, get in these drawers
Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
This Meth dude got that food
And he serving it raw
Told you before, I bring the pain
And now I'm hurting them, pa
Hurting them, pa
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit
Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's
Allah Math
Streetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed
My sick gift had the highest paid ho
Get it cracking for free
Worldwide, still trapped in the P's, Pioneers
Like the twenty inch woofers
That's in back of the V
Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E
It don't matter who you happen to be
Nothing swagger like he
Keep a dirty cop close
Never talk with no feds
Tear the roof off the mother
Right along with ya head
And I ain't talk unless
She talking bout bread
You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance
How I'm walking the ledge
Son, I'm just a little off of the edge
As I stalk
The mean streets, for paused types
Callers are read
Killa Hill where the warriors bred
I'm a Resident
Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit
Special invited guest
I came to put the rumors to rest
Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
Niggas posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you pussy like the opposite sex
Front, see how many shots you will get
I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect
I'm just a man to respect
Watch your step, son, your funeral's next
Streetlife is the man in the flesh
I got one hand on your neck
The other hand is attached to the tech
Your next move could mean life or death
Make move, take baby steps
Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath
We hold courts, in the streets, we rep
For Cash Rule, and we came to collect
Cock sucker
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill
We still click
Wu Tang, Wu Tang, that's the Clan
We run shit