作词 : Chavarria, Porter, Smith
Ooooh! We have returned
Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again)
It's the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo..
(Method Man)
Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (y'all niggaz crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a Loose Link
I carry's the Heaterz, always
Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
It's that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
(Me and my Co-D's, about to O.D.) let me procede
I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s
(Streetlife)
I rock for all my niggaz (I rock for all my niggaz)
That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat' Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man
Harder than a mother****er on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a back hand (I slap y'all kids)
As if we in a game of spades, and y'all renig'
John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some of that is slum
(Son, I'm already knowin') cut they jeans mad young
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
****ed up, every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..
(Streetlife)
Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all) You'll never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or party over
For stank niggaz, who get it, twisted like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
(But y'all gotta get the **** outta here)
Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"
(Method Man)
We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome (twistin' a bone)
Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone
Zonin', out the area, roamin'
The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin'
The omen (I'm warnin' you now!) niggaz is holdin'
Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing
(Method Man)
Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
Warn all your dogs (tell 'em we here)
The Stat' (we don't bust our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all don't come out til the coast is clear
(Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one
You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+When I start lettin' off (niggaz is jettin' off
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
Double O, 3, long time no see
Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see
Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be
I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the tree... that's that bomb shit
Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx
Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace
To the Million Dollar Kid, Y
(S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7
Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I'mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on
Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+Cuz we'll "tri" any mother****in' thing) Homicide Housing.
Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+(**** y'all
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Chavarria, Porter, Smith
[00:00.03]Ooooh! We have returned
[00:09.39]Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again)
[00:15.12]It's the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo..
[00:20.55][Streetlife] (Method Man)
[00:21.15]Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (y'all niggaz crazy!)
[00:24.24]I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a Loose Link
[00:26.70]I carry's the Heaterz, always
[00:28.35]Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
[00:30.84]It's that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
[00:33.12](Me and my Co-D's, about to O.D.) let me procede
[00:35.76]I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my steez)
[00:38.10]I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s
[00:40.59][Method Man] (Streetlife)
[00:41.19]I rock for all my niggaz (I rock for all my niggaz)
[00:43.17]That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
[00:45.84]Stat' Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man
[00:48.27]Harder than a mother****er on viagra gettin' a lap dance
[00:50.76]Hittin' like a back hand (I slap y'all kids)
[00:52.98]As if we in a game of spades, and y'all renig'
[00:55.29]John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some of that is slum
[00:57.75](Son, I'm already knowin') cut they jeans mad young
[01:00.36][Chorus 2X: Kon Artis]
[01:05.19]In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
[01:12.24]****ed up, every man fights to stay alive
[01:14.97]In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
[01:17.13]Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..
[01:19.41][Method Man] (Streetlife)
[01:20.01]Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia'
[01:22.47](Told y'all) You'll never go broke, long as I yo'ya
[01:24.78]Maintain your composure, or party over
[01:27.27]For stank niggaz, who get it, twisted like yoga
[01:29.82]Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
[01:32.58](But y'all gotta get the **** outta here)
[01:34.59]Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
[01:37.02]But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"
[01:39.03][Streetlife] (Method Man)
[01:39.63]We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome (twistin' a bone)
[01:42.72]Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone
[01:44.55]Zonin', out the area, roamin'
[01:46.89]The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin'
[01:49.38]The omen (I'm warnin' you now!) niggaz is holdin'
[01:51.84]Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
[01:54.24]Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
[01:56.70]Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing
[01:59.13][Chorus 2X]
[02:05.88][Streetlife] (Method Man)
[02:19.35]Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
[02:21.18]Warn all your dogs (tell 'em we here)
[02:23.55]The Stat' (we don't bust our guns in the air)
[02:25.89]Never that, y'all don't come out til the coast is clear
[02:28.23](Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one
[02:30.96]You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
[02:33.27]Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+When I start lettin' off (niggaz is jettin' off
[02:36.21]You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
[02:38.22][Method Man]
[02:38.52]Double O, 3, long time no see
[02:40.59]Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see
[02:43.05]Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
[02:45.51]Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
[02:47.97]Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
[02:50.52]Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
[02:53.01]If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be
[02:55.32]I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the tree... that's that bomb shit
[03:07.77][Chorus to fade]
[03:09.45][Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
[03:10.41]Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx
[03:15.24]Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace
[03:22.83]To the Million Dollar Kid, Y
[03:24.18](S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7
[03:28.53]Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga
[03:35.13]Matter fact, I'mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on
[03:39.42]Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+Cuz we'll "tri" any mother****in' thing) Homicide Housing.
[03:42.12]Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+(**** y'all
作词 : Chavarria, Porter, Smith
Ooooh! We have returned
Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again)
It's the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo..
(Method Man)
Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (y'all niggaz crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a Loose Link
I carry's the Heaterz, always
Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
It's that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
(Me and my Co-D's, about to O.D.) let me procede
I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s
(Streetlife)
I rock for all my niggaz (I rock for all my niggaz)
That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat' Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man
Harder than a mother****er on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a back hand (I slap y'all kids)
As if we in a game of spades, and y'all renig'
John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some of that is slum
(Son, I'm already knowin') cut they jeans mad young
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
****ed up, every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..
(Streetlife)
Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all) You'll never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or party over
For stank niggaz, who get it, twisted like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
(But y'all gotta get the **** outta here)
Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"
(Method Man)
We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome (twistin' a bone)
Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone
Zonin', out the area, roamin'
The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin'
The omen (I'm warnin' you now!) niggaz is holdin'
Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing
(Method Man)
Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
Warn all your dogs (tell 'em we here)
The Stat' (we don't bust our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all don't come out til the coast is clear
(Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one
You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+When I start lettin' off (niggaz is jettin' off
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
Double O, 3, long time no see
Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see
Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be
I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the tree... that's that bomb shit
Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx
Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace
To the Million Dollar Kid, Y
(S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7
Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I'mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on
Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+Cuz we'll "tri" any mother****in' thing) Homicide Housing.
Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+(**** y'all
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Chavarria, Porter, Smith
[00:00.03]Ooooh! We have returned
[00:09.39]Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again)
[00:15.12]It's the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo..
[00:20.55][Streetlife] (Method Man)
[00:21.15]Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (y'all niggaz crazy!)
[00:24.24]I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a Loose Link
[00:26.70]I carry's the Heaterz, always
[00:28.35]Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
[00:30.84]It's that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
[00:33.12](Me and my Co-D's, about to O.D.) let me procede
[00:35.76]I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my steez)
[00:38.10]I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s
[00:40.59][Method Man] (Streetlife)
[00:41.19]I rock for all my niggaz (I rock for all my niggaz)
[00:43.17]That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
[00:45.84]Stat' Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man
[00:48.27]Harder than a mother****er on viagra gettin' a lap dance
[00:50.76]Hittin' like a back hand (I slap y'all kids)
[00:52.98]As if we in a game of spades, and y'all renig'
[00:55.29]John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some of that is slum
[00:57.75](Son, I'm already knowin') cut they jeans mad young
[01:00.36][Chorus 2X: Kon Artis]
[01:05.19]In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
[01:12.24]****ed up, every man fights to stay alive
[01:14.97]In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
[01:17.13]Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..
[01:19.41][Method Man] (Streetlife)
[01:20.01]Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia'
[01:22.47](Told y'all) You'll never go broke, long as I yo'ya
[01:24.78]Maintain your composure, or party over
[01:27.27]For stank niggaz, who get it, twisted like yoga
[01:29.82]Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
[01:32.58](But y'all gotta get the **** outta here)
[01:34.59]Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
[01:37.02]But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"
[01:39.03][Streetlife] (Method Man)
[01:39.63]We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome (twistin' a bone)
[01:42.72]Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone
[01:44.55]Zonin', out the area, roamin'
[01:46.89]The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin'
[01:49.38]The omen (I'm warnin' you now!) niggaz is holdin'
[01:51.84]Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
[01:54.24]Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
[01:56.70]Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing
[01:59.13][Chorus 2X]
[02:05.88][Streetlife] (Method Man)
[02:19.35]Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
[02:21.18]Warn all your dogs (tell 'em we here)
[02:23.55]The Stat' (we don't bust our guns in the air)
[02:25.89]Never that, y'all don't come out til the coast is clear
[02:28.23](Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one
[02:30.96]You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
[02:33.27]Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+When I start lettin' off (niggaz is jettin' off
[02:36.21]You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
[02:38.22][Method Man]
[02:38.52]Double O, 3, long time no see
[02:40.59]Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see
[02:43.05]Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
[02:45.51]Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
[02:47.97]Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
[02:50.52]Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
[02:53.01]If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be
[02:55.32]I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the tree... that's that bomb shit
[03:07.77][Chorus to fade]
[03:09.45][Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
[03:10.41]Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx
[03:15.24]Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace
[03:22.83]To the Million Dollar Kid, Y
[03:24.18](S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7
[03:28.53]Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga
[03:35.13]Matter fact, I'mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on
[03:39.42]Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+Cuz we'll "tri" any mother****in' thing) Homicide Housing.
[03:42.12]Crooked Letter I+Tical 0: The Prequel+(**** y'all