Streetlife, Method Man - All My Niggaz lyrics
[Streetlife, Method Man - All My Niggaz lyrics]
Yeah the coming is everything
(Just when you thought it was safe
I got to slap taste
Out ya muthafuckin' mouth!, bitch)
Yo! Yo!
It's the MC stresser, Street the aggressor
I apply pressure, until your lungs explode
Over choke flows, rap, over load
I live by the code style that's mad PLO
Shaolin pro, equipped with rhymes to go
Sully low
Rock a teflon coat like it's ten below
Controller of my destiny, live for longevity
When my life in jeopardy
Bust shots consecutively
Black teflon rap, I lay this on you heavily
Deadly Melodies, I rock the Iron Mic steadily
MC's keep tryin' to step in my zone
Get ya head flown
Crush your nose bone with the microphone
New York's bravest, longly awaited (come on)
Highly anticipated, street niggas favorite
I never ride dicks
That's why y'all niggas hate it
I'm Street Educated, plus thug related
Wu affiliated, still underrated
That's to be the greatest
World's most famous
Crowd entertainer, top debut gainer
Hip-hop hall of famer, rap terminator
Who the slang pro nigga role
Banned from your radio flow straight ghettio
(aiyo) but y'all don't hear me though
(I rock for all my niggas) I
Rock for all my niggas
(I rock for all my niggas) I
Rock for all my niggas
This is Street radio, live in stereo flow
No video, still ghettio slang pro
Hoes by the boat load, lust for my logo
But they don't get shit from Street
But hard dick and coco'
I'm known to hold a grudge
Bust slug and drug
Flood the court with thug, scream
'fuck the judge'
Bad firm, I never learned, crack the bird
Burn a dutch
Never had much, never gave a fuck, give it up
You ain't larger than life, to lose ya life
In the heat of the night, talk like you walk
You might get sniped
Just because you got a record deal
Don't make you real
Just because you sold a mil
Don't make you hard to kill
If you feel like I feel
We both know you bluffin'
I'm about to snuff you the
Fuck out for nothing, aiyo
I'm in full Street mode, ghetto episodes
Never sold my soul, or fall for fool's gold
Just control the globe with wise words told
It's been in my blood
Since I was God's years old
Who the slang pro nigga role
Banned from your radio flow straight ghettio
(aiyo) but y'all don't hear me though
(I rock for all my niggas) I
Rock for all my niggas
(I rock for all my niggas) I
Rock for all my niggas
Hey, aiyo!
(Just when you thought it was safe
I got to slap taste
Out ya muthafuckin' mouth!, bitch)
Yo! Yo!
It's the MC stresser, Street the aggressor
I apply pressure, until your lungs explode
Over choke flows, rap, over load
I live by the code style that's mad PLO
Shaolin pro, equipped with rhymes to go
Sully low
Rock a teflon coat like it's ten below
Controller of my destiny, live for longevity
When my life in jeopardy
Bust shots consecutively
Black teflon rap, I lay this on you heavily
Deadly Melodies, I rock the Iron Mic steadily
MC's keep tryin' to step in my zone
Get ya head flown
Crush your nose bone with the microphone
New York's bravest, longly awaited (come on)
Highly anticipated, street niggas favorite
I never ride dicks
That's why y'all niggas hate it
I'm Street Educated, plus thug related
Wu affiliated, still underrated
That's to be the greatest
World's most famous
Crowd entertainer, top debut gainer
Hip-hop hall of famer, rap terminator
Who the slang pro nigga role
Banned from your radio flow straight ghettio
(aiyo) but y'all don't hear me though
(I rock for all my niggas) I
Rock for all my niggas
(I rock for all my niggas) I
Rock for all my niggas
This is Street radio, live in stereo flow
No video, still ghettio slang pro
Hoes by the boat load, lust for my logo
But they don't get shit from Street
But hard dick and coco'
I'm known to hold a grudge
Bust slug and drug
Flood the court with thug, scream
'fuck the judge'
Bad firm, I never learned, crack the bird
Burn a dutch
Never had much, never gave a fuck, give it up
You ain't larger than life, to lose ya life
In the heat of the night, talk like you walk
You might get sniped
Just because you got a record deal
Don't make you real
Just because you sold a mil
Don't make you hard to kill
If you feel like I feel
We both know you bluffin'
I'm about to snuff you the
Fuck out for nothing, aiyo
I'm in full Street mode, ghetto episodes
Never sold my soul, or fall for fool's gold
Just control the globe with wise words told
It's been in my blood
Since I was God's years old
Who the slang pro nigga role
Banned from your radio flow straight ghettio
(aiyo) but y'all don't hear me though
(I rock for all my niggas) I
Rock for all my niggas
(I rock for all my niggas) I
Rock for all my niggas
Hey, aiyo!