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Method Man
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Crooked Letter I (feat.STREETLIFE)
作词:Patrick Charles, Mike Chavarria, Denaun M Porter, Clifford M Smith
Ooh We have returned Yeah, show you how to flow again (Show you how to flow again) It's the rap rule again Yo, yo
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 proceed 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
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
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
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
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, yeah, 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
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
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
In the crooked letter I, it's do or die 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Shit, every man fights to stay alive In the crooked letter I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why
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
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
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
In the crooked letter I, it's do or die (Homicide Housing) Shit, every man fights to stay alive (Loose Linx) In the crooked letter I, you should not try (Carlton Fisk, D.C.) Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why (Rest in peace to the Million Dollar Kid, Y)
In the crooked letter I (S.I., N.Y., 10304) (Sick eyes, size 7)
In the crooked letter I, it's do or die Shit, every man fights to stay alive (Big Nut, what up) In the crooked letter I, you should not try (Big up to Denaun) Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why (Good lookin' on the track, nigga)
In the crooked letter I, it's do or die (Matter fact) Shit, every man fights to stay alive (I'mma call Staten Island the tri-borough) In the crooked letter I, you should not try (Now on 'cuz we'll try any fuckin' thing) Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why (Homicide Housing)
In the crooked letter I (Fuck y'all)
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