Letra de Crooked Letter I - Method Man
Letra de canci�n de Crooked Letter I de Method Man lyrics
[Intro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
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..
[Streetlife (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
[Method Man (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 dick 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
[Chorus 2X: Kon Artis]
In the Crooked Letter I, it�s do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..
[Method Man (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 bitches, 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 fuck outta here)
Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won�t see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"
[Streetlife (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�
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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
[Chorus 2X]
[Streetlife (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
When I start lettin� off (niggaz is jettin� off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
[Method Man]
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 weed...
That�s that shit
[Chorus to fade]
[Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
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
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
Cuz we�ll "tri" any fuckin� thing) Homicide Housing..
(Fuck y�all)
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..
[Streetlife (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
[Method Man (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 dick 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
[Chorus 2X: Kon Artis]
In the Crooked Letter I, it�s do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..
[Method Man (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 bitches, 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 fuck outta here)
Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won�t see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"
[Streetlife (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�
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/crooked-letter-i-method-man.php
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
[Chorus 2X]
[Streetlife (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
When I start lettin� off (niggaz is jettin� off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
[Method Man]
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 weed...
That�s that shit
[Chorus to fade]
[Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
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
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
Cuz we�ll "tri" any fuckin� thing) Homicide Housing..
(Fuck y�all)
