| Lyrics: | [Method Man]
Ha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
One time.. yo
Never liked son from day one
bring you tool
That nigga stick you and play dumb hate a bitch ass
Who care where you came
from you ain't prepared
for when the pain come this nigga scared shook to death
from a
cold stare stuntin knowin my brothers fiend
to do you somethin over here we head huntin
in
the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin
I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe
Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
The last days, makin sure I get the last
say
In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
If you featherweight, lyrics blow your
back
crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way
to get my point across, thoughts
accelerate
at the same speed, of the muder rate
Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my
nigga Carlton Fisk
see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth
[Street Life]
Life's a
snippet, one way ticket
Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it
Semen on Street shit,
you might catch fifty stitches
Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches
I play for
keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet
My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete
Evident,
Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent
Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant
Chorus
One: all
Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play
IV Keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Ain't no shittin when you gotta
eat, we hold it down
[Inspectah Deck]
I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland
One
hand holds the head of the last brave man
Made man, Cuban Link chain of command
Authorized
fam', hot like Sahara sand
My live team turn the club to a crime scene -acap |
