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[Intro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
Ooooh! We have returned
Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again)
It´s the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo..

[Streetlife (Method Man)]
Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (y´all niggaz crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, I´m a Loose Link
I carry´s the Heaterz, always
Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
It´s that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
(Me and my Co-D´s, about to O.D.) let me procede
I´m that O.G., you´re not in my league (you know my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.´s

[Method Man (Streetlife)]
I rock for all my niggaz (I rock for all my niggaz)
That´s why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat´ Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man
Harder than a dick on viagra gettin´ a lap dance
Hittin´ like a back hand (I slap y´all kids)
As if we in a game of spades, and y´all renig´
John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some of that is slum
(Son, I´m already knowin´) cut they jeans mad young

[Chorus 2X: Kon Artis]
In the Crooked Letter I, it´s do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..

[Method Man (Streetlife)]
Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia´
(Told y´all) You´ll never go broke, long as I yo´ya
Maintain your composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it, twisted like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y´all ain´t gotta go home
(But y´all gotta get the fuck outta here)
Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won´t see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"

[Streetlife (Method Man)]
We rollin´, big truck, sittin´ on chrome (twistin´ a bone)
Talkin´ to a bird on the bat phone
Zonin´, out the area, roamin´
The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin´
The omen (I´m warnin´ you now!) Niggaz is holdin´
Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin´
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing

[Chorus 2X]

[Streetlife (Method Man)]
Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
Warn all your dogs (tell ´em we here)
The Stat´ (we don´t bust our guns in the air)
Never that, y´all don´t come out til the coast is clear
(Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one
You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
When I start lettin´ off (niggaz is jettin´ off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth

[Method Man]
Double O, 3, long time no see
Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see
Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he can´t find the key
Don´t know what it be, to make y´all follow my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap wasn´t rap no more, what would it be
I don´t know, I´d be zonin´ sometime, must be the weed...
That´s that shit

[Chorus to fade]

[Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx
Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace
To the Million Dollar Kid, Y
(S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7
Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin´ on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I´mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on
Cuz we´ll "tri" any fuckin´ thing) Homicide Housing..
(Fuck y´all)