Method Man
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Suspect Chin Music
[Method Man (Streetlife)]
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Engineer that (Sick ass size 7s)
Adjust the treble on my thing thing
(Raderuckus) Doc No! Engineer that
(Move killa bee track, we're back
Heavy artillery, word
StreetLife delivery)
Yo, yo, yo yo
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
All hail me, the good, the bag, the ug-ily
The money's around your way lovely
Wherefore art thou Methical? God child
I pack a smile like a crocodile profile
Can't hold it down? Oh the shit gon hit the fan now
Spit a round, let your gold crown man down, man down
[Streetlife]
I live by the street code, never owe
Never love a ho, never flash the dough
Cause you never know who's friend or foe
Got block control, solid gold thoughts control the globe
In the stroll through the ghetto, habitats 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 hungry 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 dumb-dumbs
Slum bums and sons askin niggas where they come from
Get him for his ones, uh
Sunshine it's crunch time
Stranded on the front line duckin from the one time
Niggas on the run where the cameras can't come find
Make this one the anthem, ring around the rosie
Pocketfull of Branson
[Streetlife]
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 chestpiece, blaow!
Shotgun slammin in your chestpiece, blaow!
[Streetlife]
Carry your ocks near the voicebox
Cellblock rap
Blow you for your slot time, what you got's mine
We can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nines
Whether the rhyme or the crime, I'ma still shine
Heavy on the street talk
Cut your life support short
Never had no love for you so it ain't no love lost
Strictly enforced by a street source
Get double crossed
Hands off, I run with the torch
[Method Man]
They got me fed up from the head up
Put up or shut up
On stage in them shiny get-ups, niggas is funny
Energizer bunny actors, they hustle backwards
Son I think they gay rappers
Say word, drop some slash ya
Dart splasher, party crasher, the spellcaster
Heard the same before and after, it's over
Slug hit your brain, end the game, dunn it's over
End of the line, out of time bitch, it's over
On the wrong street with no heat, hmm, it's over
We soldiers, somebody should've (told ya)
[Streetlife]
Million dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug
Cause a bitch is suckin your dick on your skit you ain't thug
Bandanas and bad grammar don't make you thug (bitch)
Sucker for love, catchin slugs nigga
[Method Man]
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin in your chestpiece, blaow!
Shotgun slammin in your chestpiece, blaow!
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin in your chestpiece, blaow!
Shotgun slammin in your chestpiece, blaow!
[Streetlife]
With the W burnin through your flesh
Verbally possessed, never second guess
Blow minds like David Koresh
Fuck a vest, you need a gun to protect your assets
Deep in the Aztecs
Break out before the sunset
Street wars, gimme yours, crime is what I live for
Got rhymes galore, next signing is at the Wu store
If you sleep late next date is at the cess gate
All you sober MCs, I leave y'all niggas half-baked
[Method Man]
Microphone's in the choke hold
Losin control, bringin drama by the boatload
It takes drama in the Pillage now with Cappadonna
My split persona hit their village and their baby momma
Y'all niggas playin with this money while we stayed hungry
And kept it grungy, y'all gon make me have to crash dummies
Before it's over you should keep your chain tucked in
And should never run your mouth with a suspect chin
Now lay it down
[Streetlife]
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
Real thugs runnin with hate and smash love
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