Method Man Lyrics

Method Man Lyrics

"Play IV Keeps Lyrics"

Intermedio "Gavilan" Lyrics
En mi barrio cada jente bale y tambien todo se bale como tambein el sudor de un padre por el esfureso de traer comida a su casa y pensar que casi siempre se atrasa en dar a su familia alimento y aunque nunca les pase pasa cuando llega llega contento aqui lo que nace doy fe que aqui se muere una cadena doy un enlase donde la traicion nos nos vuelve y si con sulavio un hombr

[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 muder rate
Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk
see the bo
Welcome To The Dust Ward Lyrics
welcome to the dust ward brain damaged but it's only permanent and i hang out in the day room with a strait jacket set with a strait jacket set i'm in the dust ward all in-patients report to the pharmacy for medication and i crawl through the shadows on the floor for my pills for my pills i'm in the dust ward
ss, 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 s
Song of a Baker Lyrics
Written by Steve Marriott and Ronnie Laine. From 'Ogdens Nut Gone Flake' There's wheat in the field And water in the stream And salt in the mine And an aching in me. I can longer stand and wonder Cos I'm driven by this hunger. So I'll jug some water, bake some flour, Store some salt and wait the hour. When thinking of love, Love is thinking for me And the baker will come And
ene
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
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
The Bizness Lyrics
Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down") And and bass up the track a little bit Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah you know the bizness Common Sense, soul with the De La Get all them play-ahs We the rhyme sayers Huh, and that's the bizness, hah Gonna do it like this Gettin it that Like the Chicago streets Verse One: Dove I sp
of profit

[Prodigy]
Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time
Fuckin with my niggaz, extrordinary 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