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method man - crooked letter i (feat.streetlife) lyrics

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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 n-gg-z 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 st–z
i put the smackdown, on you killer clown m.c.’s

i rock for all my n-gg-z, i rock for all my n-gg-z
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 d-ck on v–gr- 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
sh-t, 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
sh-t, 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 b-tches, 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 f-ck 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, n-gg-z is holdin’
run up, watch me put one up in your colon
chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin’
lambchop n-gg-z is sheep in wolf clothing

in the crooked letter i, it’s do or die
sh-t, 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
sh-t, 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, n-gg-z 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 sh-t

in the crooked letter i, it’s do or die
sh-t, 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)
sh-t, 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
sh-t, 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, n-gg-)

in the crooked letter i, it’s do or die
(matter fact)
sh-t, 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 f-ckin’ thing)
meth tical, streetlife, killa bee, why
(homicide housing)

in the crooked letter i
(f-ck y’all)

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