- Method Man Play IV Keeps 歌詞
- 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 aint prepared
For when the pain come, this niggas scared, shook to death
From a cold stare, stunnin, 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 vertebrae, 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. MethLifes 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 styles flagrant
Feel the sting of a killa bee,
Johnny Blaze
Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Aint no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down
Imove 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
I think about a lot of shit, especially when
Im bentAbout the foul shit goin on in my life, current event
Its evident
I smoke cigarette down to
Brownsville
Thinkin to myself , how many lives must my pound kill?
Hopefully none, aint the one to give chase
Hemmed by
Jake, worryin who might turn states
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
Wanna settle it in the court?
I say settle it 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
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
Youre 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 theres tremendous pain
You get your frame inflamed crushed to dust by the next mans clutch
Its infamous you fucks, intense bad luck
Feel the sting of a killa bee,
Johnny Blaze
Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for
KeepsIn the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Aint no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down
Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
For a war here, fuck peace, what?
Feel the sting of a killa bee,
Johnny Blaze
Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Aint no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down
Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
For a war here, fuck peace, peace
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