Streetlife, Method Man - Street Education lyrics
[Streetlife, Method Man - Street Education lyrics]
Yoooooooooo, sick ass niggas
Sick ass bitches, all the welcome
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah, come on, come on, come on
We don't need nooooooo, no cop patrol
I wish a nigga would, come through the hood
Like Street won't
Jump out the woods, and snatch your goods
If you don't know by now, you should
Still actin' like you can't die tonight
You could still doubtin' the kid
Like Street won't push back ya wig
Just for thinkin', it's not what it is
Shit, Shaolin, we back again, rap for yen
Streetlife, that nigga that'll tap your chin
Come get some, step to it, let's see
Where ya heart's at, let's do it
I hear you talkin', but take caution
Before crossin' the Street
Before you end up layin' in a coffin
Don't sleep, you rap cats is physically weak
I don't care how much spins your
Records get in a week
Big Street, still beat you down with the heat
So umm, watch the words you speak
I roll deep
This is Street Education, tune in
(Rule one, watch them niggas close to you)
This is Street Education, tune in (Rule two
Make sure you do what you suppose to do)
This is Street Education, tune in
(Rule three, fuck the world, spit that shit)
This is Street Education, tune in
Adjust your radio station, let's begin
Who's playin' king of New York
Y'all gangstas? Hold that thought
I'mma show you how we hold down the fort
I'm from a Shaolin resort
We don't ball, we catch bodies for sport
Put our high light on the news report
Muthafucka ya name, run up on you
And blast your frame
For that little piece of ice on your chain
Don't look at me strange - like
You don't know what this is
I know you feel the gun touchin' your rib
It's those Shaolin Kids
And we ain't scared to death
Or scared to live
Put twenty two shots in your crib
The Stat, we at it again
Put another ten shot through ya Benz
Leave you rollin' through the block
On your rims
We ain't gots to pretend, me and you
We ain't gots to be friends so when you 'em
Be on needles and pins
This where the drama begins
I'm tellin' you pa, I'm out for revenge
Like a nigga tried to murder my kin
I won't bend
Adjust your radio station let's begin
Adjust your radio station
Sick ass bitches, all the welcome
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah, come on, come on, come on
We don't need nooooooo, no cop patrol
I wish a nigga would, come through the hood
Like Street won't
Jump out the woods, and snatch your goods
If you don't know by now, you should
Still actin' like you can't die tonight
You could still doubtin' the kid
Like Street won't push back ya wig
Just for thinkin', it's not what it is
Shit, Shaolin, we back again, rap for yen
Streetlife, that nigga that'll tap your chin
Come get some, step to it, let's see
Where ya heart's at, let's do it
I hear you talkin', but take caution
Before crossin' the Street
Before you end up layin' in a coffin
Don't sleep, you rap cats is physically weak
I don't care how much spins your
Records get in a week
Big Street, still beat you down with the heat
So umm, watch the words you speak
I roll deep
This is Street Education, tune in
(Rule one, watch them niggas close to you)
This is Street Education, tune in (Rule two
Make sure you do what you suppose to do)
This is Street Education, tune in
(Rule three, fuck the world, spit that shit)
This is Street Education, tune in
Adjust your radio station, let's begin
Who's playin' king of New York
Y'all gangstas? Hold that thought
I'mma show you how we hold down the fort
I'm from a Shaolin resort
We don't ball, we catch bodies for sport
Put our high light on the news report
Muthafucka ya name, run up on you
And blast your frame
For that little piece of ice on your chain
Don't look at me strange - like
You don't know what this is
I know you feel the gun touchin' your rib
It's those Shaolin Kids
And we ain't scared to death
Or scared to live
Put twenty two shots in your crib
The Stat, we at it again
Put another ten shot through ya Benz
Leave you rollin' through the block
On your rims
We ain't gots to pretend, me and you
We ain't gots to be friends so when you 'em
Be on needles and pins
This where the drama begins
I'm tellin' you pa, I'm out for revenge
Like a nigga tried to murder my kin
I won't bend
Adjust your radio station let's begin
Adjust your radio station