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Method Man
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Play IV Keeps - Featuring Inspectah Deck/Streetlife/Mobb Deep
作词:Patrick Charles, Jason Hunter, Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita, Clifford Smith
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
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
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
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
I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent About the foul shit goin' on in my life, current event 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 It's evident I smoke cigarette 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 Wanna 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
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
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
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 IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't 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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