Method Man, Streetlife - Suspect Chin Music lyrics

Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
All hail me, the good the bag the ugily
The money's around your way, lovely
Where for art thou Meth-tical god child
I pack a smile like crocodile profile
Can't hold it down? oh the shit
Gon' hit the fan now
Spin around let your gold crown man down
Man down

I live by the street code never old
Never love a hoe
Never flash the dough cause you never
Know who's friend or foe
Got block control, solid gold thought
Control the globe
Before the blow lets stroll
Through the ghetto, habitats with no parole
Never snitch switch which
Keep a fresh pair of kicks
Split the tongue snatch the weed in
Case the cops wanna strip search
Think first prepare for the worst
When you do dirt
Remember there's a million hungry niggas
With the same thirst

No doubt dummy out, bets pull the money out
Niggas walk a funny route
This is what it's all about?
Young guns and dum dums, lum bums and sons
Askin' niggas where they come from
Get him for his ones, um
Sunshine, it's crunch time
Stranded on the front line
Ducking from the one-time
Niggas on the run where
The cameras can't come, ha
Make this one the anthem
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of Branson

Just because you wild in the
Club you ain't thug
Sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
Tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug
Sucker for love catch a slug, nigga

Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow

Carry a ox and avoid spots
Cell blocks rap blow you for your slot time
What you got's mines
We can take it to the yellow
Lines and we can pull nine
Whether the rhyme or the crime
I'm a still shine heavy on the street talk
Cut your life support short
Never had no love for you so
It ain't no love lost
Strictly enforced by a street source
Get double-crossed
Hands off, I run with the torch

They got me fed up from the head up
Put up or shut up on stage in them shiny
Get-ups? niggas is funny
Energizer bunny actors, they hustle backwards
Son, I think they gay rappers, say word
Drops will slash ya, darts splash ya
Party crasher, the spell caster
Heard the same before and after
It's over, slug hit your brain, end of game
Dun, it's over, end of the line, out of time
Bitch it's over
On the wrong street with no heat, hmm
It's over
We soldiers, somebody should've told ya

Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow

With the W burning through your flesh
Verbally possessed, never second-guess
Blow minds like David Koresh fuck a vest
You need a gun to protect your assets
Deep in the Aztecs
Break out before the sun set
Street wars, gimme yours
Crime is what I live for got rhymes galore
Next time it's at the Wu store
If you sleep late
Next date is at the cest gate
All you sober mc's
I leave y'all niggas half baked

Microphone is in a choke hold
Losin' control
Bringing drama by the boatload
It takes drama
In the pillage now of Cappadonna
My split persona hit their village
And their baby mama
Y'all niggas playing with this money
While we stay hungry
And kept it pudgy it won't
Make me have to crash, dummy
Before it's over
You should keep your chain tucked in
And should never run your mouth
With a suspect chin now lay it down