Safe Box La The Darkman (Ft. Carlton Fisk, June Luva, Method Man & Streetlife)

[Intro: Method Man]
Yeah... (oh my god-god *repeated throughout*)
Staten Island niggas, forgotten borough, the most thorough
Oh shit, haha, the tri-boro, hahahaha
Fuckas... yeah... come again, what?
It's M-E-F, bitches, say it with the Meth, niggas

[Method Man]
When I'm on the come up, ain't no telling who gon' get done up
On the highway to heaven, with they thumb up
I'm far from a dumb fuck, I'm a mack
Just like them dumptrunks, I hold alotta weight on my back
See I'm, already pumped up, I'm ready to shine
It's Mr., cover of Blender, who ready to grind?
And I still got it, I repeat, I still got it
And any artist that trash talk, is still garbage
How critics gon' think I lost my skill
When in fact, ya'll all been programmed and lost your feel
Please believe, I'm still grimey, try me
And I remind ya'll muthafuckas why Def Jam signed me
M-E to the Tizzy, H-O to the Dizzy
To see me, it's something like pimpin', it ain't easy
It's something like pimpin', it ain't easy
To see me, it's something like pimpin', it ain't easy

[La the Darkman]
Yo, I stash money like a crooked banker, casablanca
Ninety-six, crack cranker, back shot, ass spanker
Get head, then I thank her, for blessin' the God
Pull a blunt hard, for my jail niggas on the yard
Think like Master Farrad, die hard, La's God
I need currency, cash, eagles in the credit card
Co-starred in cocaine, like, couldn't get my brain right
Robbin' niggas smokin' and fuckin', in the same night
Jumpin' on the train, like, talkin' how we did it, kid
And my niggas caught a body, then me and my niggas slid
Blue coats came, we hid, inside a pyramid
Unseen, as a real Egyptian king
Asiatic, doing mathematics, guns is my bad habit
Try'nna civilize a savage, rest on, every Sabbath
LaSon, like my coke white as a unicorn
Word is bond, everyday got a new uniform
I want it all, never fall, fuck that, forever war
I need a mansion and my closet gotta look like a mall
It's Darkman