[Method Man]
  Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
  send niggas back to go, try again niggas
  all hail me, the good the bag the ugily
  the money's around your way, lovely
  where for art thou Meth-tical god-child
  I pack a smile like crocidile profile
  can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
  spin around let your whole crown man down, man down
    [Street Life]
  I live by the street code never old
  never love a hoe, never flash the dough
  cause you never know who friend or foe
  got block control solid gold thought
  before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto
  habitat 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 other 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 dum-dums
  slum bums and sons
  askin' niggas where they come from
  get him for his one, um
  sunshine, its crunch time
  stranded on the front line
  ducking from the one-time
  niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha
  make this one the anthem
  ring around the rosie
  pocket full of Grants, uh
    [Street Life]
  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 chestpeice, blaow
  shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
    [Street Life]
  Carry your eyes and avoid spots
  cellblocks rap blow you for your slide(?)
  time what you got's mine
  we can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine
  whether the rhyme or the crime Ima still shine
  heavy on the street talk cut your life support short
  never had no love for you so there is no love lost
  strictly enforced by the street stories 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-up
  these niggas is funny
  energizer bunny actors
  they hustle backwards
  son I think they gay rappers
  say word, drop some stature
  dog splash ya, party crash ya
  the spell casta
  heard the same before and after its over
  flood get your brain end the game, done its over
  end of the line out of time bitch its over
  on the wrong street with no heat he was sober
  we soldiers somebody should've told ya
    [Street Life]
  Million dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug
  cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug
  bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug
  sucker for love catching slugs nigga
    [Method Man]
  Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
  send niggas back to go, try again niggas
  shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
  shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
  Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
  send niggas back to go, try again niggas
  shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
  shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
    [Street Life]
  With the W burning through your flesh
  verbally possesed 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 sun set
  street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for
  got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store
  if you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate
  all you sober mcs, I leave y'all niggas half-baked
    [Method Man]
  Microphone is in a choke hold
  losin' control bringing drama by the boatload
  it takes drama
  in the pillage now of cappadonna
  my split persona hit their village and their baby mama
  y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry
  and kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy
  before its over
  you should keep your chain tucked in
  and should never run your mouth with a suspect chin
  now lay it down
    [Street Life]
  Just because you wild in the clup you ain't thug
  sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
  tattoos and hard screws you ain't thug
  real thugs runnin' with hate and smash love