[Method Man]

Suspect chin niggas no win niggas

send niggas back to go try again niggas

all hail me the good the bag the ugily

the money's around your way lovely

where for art thou Meth tical god child

I pack a smile like crocidile profile

can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now

spin around let your whole crown man down man down

[Street Life]

I live by the street code never old

never love a hoe, never flash the dough

cause you never know who friend or foe

got block control solid gold thought

before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto

habitat with no parole

never snitch switch which

keep a fresh pair of kicks

split the tongue snatch the weed

in case the cops wanna strip search

think first prepare for the worst

when you do dirt

remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst

[Method Man]

No doubt dummy out

bets pull the money out

niggas walk a funny route

this is what its all about?

young guns and dum-dums

slum bums and sons

askin' niggas where they come from

get him for his one, um

sunshine, its crunch time

stranded on the front line

ducking from the one-time

niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha

make this one the anthem

ring around the rosie

pocket full of Grants, uh

[Street Life]

Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug

sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug

tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug

sucker for love catch a slug, nigga

[Method Man]

Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas

send niggas back to go, try again niggas

shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow

shotgun slammin' in your