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"Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface {sample repeats in background of Street's intro} Intro: Street Life, (Method Man) Yo, yo Never doubt the Life (Ehhhh! Yo!) Yo Who the fuck are you to criticize me? Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey Yo (respect, that's my word) [Street Life] Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen All my life I've been poverty stricken Always took what's mines, never was given A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction Concrete composition for emcee's in submission Special edition crash course mission Push through like the task force and crush all competition See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin Greet your man posted up like two little bitches When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness Chorus: Method Man Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Yo, yo Math!) It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P. L. O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow! [Inspectah Deck] Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder Fear the bow of the silent archer Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter Poison darter, news photographers document the horror While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar Your highnes, the crowd hollar Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the? Gosha? Monster truck crush you imposters Chorus: Method Man Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide I. N. S., Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P. L. O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow! [Method Man] I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential Overlooked 'cause y'all can't understand what I been thru You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into Got the Clan jewels as I continue To serve you everythin on that's on the menu With Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up? My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me Shaolin What? Don't get it fucked up and cross me Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy Say it ain't so! Bust the callico Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go Chorus: Method Man Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P. L. O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow! "wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface "Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface "wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface "wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the..." -- Ghostface
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