[Verse 1: Method Man & Streetlife]
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
All hail me, the good, the bad, the ugly
The money's around your way, lovely
Where for art thou Meth-tical god-child
I pack a smile like crocodile profile
Can't hold it down? Oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
Spin around let your gold crown man down, man down
I live by the street code, never owe, never love a hoe
Never flash the dough 'cause you never know who's friend or foe
Got block control, solid gold thoughts control the globe
Finish stroll through the ghetto, habitats 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 hungry niggas with the same thirst
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, lum bums and sons
Askin' niggas where they come from, get him for his ones, um
Sunshine, it's 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 Branson
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
All hail me, the good, the bad, the ugly
The money's around your way, lovely
Where for art thou Meth-tical god-child
I pack a smile like crocodile profile
Can't hold it down? Oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
Spin around let your gold crown man down, man down
I live by the street code, never owe, never love a hoe
Never flash the dough 'cause you never know who's friend or foe
Got block control, solid gold thoughts control the globe
Finish stroll through the ghetto, habitats 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 hungry niggas with the same thirst
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, lum bums and sons
Askin' niggas where they come from, get him for his ones, um
Sunshine, it's 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 Branson
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