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[Intro: Method Man]<br>Uh... what´s really good?<br>Yo, yo, yo..<br><br>[Method Man]<br>It´s the unstoppable, over come any obstacle<br>Ya´ll know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical<br>Any mission possible, do what I gots to do<br>Labels gettin´ butterfingers, and next they droppin´ you<br>You think you know, but you have no idea<br>The Diary of a Meth Man, what´s this I hear?<br>Somebody told ya´ll, steppin´ in shit was good luck?<br>I got the hood stuck, chh-chh, now give the goods up<br>Ya´ll done pushed up, past the point of no return<br>It´s Meth´s turn, so roll that shit up and let´s burn<br>I heard Philly got the best ´scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms<br>Now that we know, when will the rest learn?<br>Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don´t speak none<br>Everything cool until that heat come<br>Just call my name, and I´ll be there<br>Ya´ll kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square<br><br>[Chorus: Streetlife (Shawnna)]<br>We drinkin´ Henny til we flip, poppin´ bottles til we sick<br>All ya´ll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh)<br>Let´s throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks<br>Tell me who ya´ll rollin´ with (yeah)<br><br>[Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)]<br>Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof´s on (Fire!) My crew´s on (Fire!)<br><br>[Streetlife]<br>M-E-T, H-O-D..<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Man, I´m in the house like foreclosures<br>Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over<br>New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back<br>Never ever, I´m the New Era, like ball caps<br>Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, ya´ll want it<br>Ya´ll can have it, the problem and answer, I´m all that<br>While we at it, let´s tighten up our grips around that cabbage<br>Silly rabbit, how many kid´s done tricked you on your carrots<br>The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it´s Magic<br>How I break ´em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it´s target practice<br>Then let these darts take a stab at it<br>Niggaz ain´t got it, ain´t never had it<br>I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel<br>And the passenger seat behind the field<br>It´s your boy, physically fit, mentally sick<br>Get dirty money, told you honey, I´m filthy rich<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Hook 2X w/o "fire" the second time]<br><br>[Interlude: Method Man]<br>Yeah, ya´ll niggaz don´t know it´s a game<br>Until it starts again, let´s do it, haha!<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Six minutes, Method Man, you´re on<br>If you thinkin´ you gon´ slip and be alright, you´re wrong<br>You can see me lightin´ the bong, while writin´ the songs<br>That the crowd, is either singin´ to or fightin´ along, fightin´ along<br>I´m try´nna tell you drugs is not your friends<br>And girlfriend, don´t try and front like you got your friend<br>I´m at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn<br>And my chick´s a man-eater, she be swallowin´ men<br>Aight, live from New York, it´s Saturday night<br>I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light<br>Aight, mami tight, but she ain´t really my type<br>If ya´ll don´t see me treat her right, then she ain´t really my wife<br>When I was young, I was stayin´ in school, obeyin´ rules<br>Play with my food, what makes you think I´m playin´ with you?<br>This is it, ya´ll better come on in, the water´s fine<br>Jump on in, let´s do it to ´em one more ´gain<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Hook 2X]<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Outro: Method Man]<br>Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd<br>No doubt, dick up in your mouth<br>We do this shit everyday, I´m in the cut<br>With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt<br>And we holdin´ it down for the whole Staten Island, man<br>Nothin´ else but Staten Island, man<br>Ya´ll stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill<br>Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah... Peace!
New song lyrics
[Intro: Method Man]<br>Uh... what´s really good?<br>Yo, yo, yo..<br><br>[Method Man]<br>It´s the unstoppable, over come any obstacle<br>Ya´ll know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical<br>Any mission possible, do what I gots to do<br>Labels gettin´ butterfingers, and next they droppin´ you<br>You think you know, but you have no idea<br>The Diary of a Meth Man, what´s this I hear?<br>Somebody told ya´ll, steppin´ in shit was good luck?<br>I got the hood stuck, chh-chh, now give the goods up<br>Ya´ll done pushed up, past the point of no return<br>It´s Meth´s turn, so roll that shit up and let´s burn<br>I heard Philly got the best ´scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms<br>Now that we know, when will the rest learn?<br>Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don´t speak none<br>Everything cool until that heat come<br>Just call my name, and I´ll be there<br>Ya´ll kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square<br><br>[Chorus: Streetlife (Shawnna)]<br>We drinkin´ Henny til we flip, poppin´ bottles til we sick<br>All ya´ll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh)<br>Let´s throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks<br>Tell me who ya´ll rollin´ with (yeah)<br><br>[Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)]<br>Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof´s on (Fire!) My crew´s on (Fire!)<br><br>[Streetlife]<br>M-E-T, H-O-D..<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Man, I´m in the house like foreclosures<br>Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over<br>New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back<br>Never ever, I´m the New Era, like ball caps<br>Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, ya´ll want it<br>Ya´ll can have it, the problem and answer, I´m all that<br>While we at it, let´s tighten up our grips around that cabbage<br>Silly rabbit, how many kid´s done tricked you on your carrots<br>The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it´s Magic<br>How I break ´em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it´s target practice<br>Then let these darts take a stab at it<br>Niggaz ain´t got it, ain´t never had it<br>I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel<br>And the passenger seat behind the field<br>It´s your boy, physically fit, mentally sick<br>Get dirty money, told you honey, I´m filthy rich<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Hook 2X w/o "fire" the second time]<br><br>[Interlude: Method Man]<br>Yeah, ya´ll niggaz don´t know it´s a game<br>Until it starts again, let´s do it, haha!<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Six minutes, Method Man, you´re on<br>If you thinkin´ you gon´ slip and be alright, you´re wrong<br>You can see me lightin´ the bong, while writin´ the songs<br>That the crowd, is either singin´ to or fightin´ along, fightin´ along<br>I´m try´nna tell you drugs is not your friends<br>And girlfriend, don´t try and front like you got your friend<br>I´m at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn<br>And my chick´s a man-eater, she be swallowin´ men<br>Aight, live from New York, it´s Saturday night<br>I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light<br>Aight, mami tight, but she ain´t really my type<br>If ya´ll don´t see me treat her right, then she ain´t really my wife<br>When I was young, I was stayin´ in school, obeyin´ rules<br>Play with my food, what makes you think I´m playin´ with you?<br>This is it, ya´ll better come on in, the water´s fine<br>Jump on in, let´s do it to ´em one more ´gain<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Hook 2X]<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Outro: Method Man]<br>Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd<br>No doubt, dick up in your mouth<br>We do this shit everyday, I´m in the cut<br>With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt<br>And we holdin´ it down for the whole Staten Island, man<br>Nothin´ else but Staten Island, man<br>Ya´ll stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill<br>Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah... Peace!
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