[Featuring Inspectah Deck Street Life Mobb Deep]

[Method Man]

Ha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

One time.. yo

Never liked son from day one bring you tool

That nigga stick you and play dumb hate a bitch ass

Who care where you came from you ain't prepared

for when the pain come this nigga scared shook to death

from a cold stare stuntin knowin my brothers fiend

to do you somethin over here we head huntin

in the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin

I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe

Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us

The last days, makin sure I get the last say

In the food chain, is you predator or prey?

If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back

crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way

to get my point across, thoughts accelerate

at the same speed, of the murder rate

Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk

see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth

[Street Life]

Life's a snippet, one way ticket

Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it

Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches

Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches

I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet

My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete

Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent

Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant

Chorus One: all

Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze

Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps

In the city that you never sleep, pay attention

Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down

[Inspectah Deck]

I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland

One hand holds the head of the last brave man

Made man, Cuban Link chain of command

Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand

My live team turn the club to a crime scene

High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM

Get your face blown, might face the chrome

We take this more serious than just a poem

[Havoc]

I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent

About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event

It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville

Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?

Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase

Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's

So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield

On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still

never follow beef hey beef follow me

want to settle in the court I say settle in the streets

like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it

Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it

I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute

Stash my dough secure the funds of profit

[Prodigy]

Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time

Fuckin with my niggaz, extraordinary line swishin

your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit

Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this

Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song

Doin this for too long, to not come strong

You're only a pawn of Viet Dong

Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born

Secluded on a distant farm

This is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shanked

Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed

Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch

It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck..

Chorus One

Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready

for a war here, fuck peace, what?

Chorus One

Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready

for a war here, fuck peace, peace

Writer : C. SMITH, P. CHARLES, J. HUNTER, A. JOHNSTON, K. MUCHITA
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group