Method Man - Grid Iron Rap (feat. Streetlife) Lyrics
Featuring Street Life] [Bishop Don Magic Juan] "Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper That's a good book I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game You dig? So you won't have to have those young girls fool ya you dig? Trick ya outta your check so you can learn about it Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it Cuz the game could be detrimental to ya boy." [Street Life] I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface I spit blood for blood verses Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land One man'll body slam Def Jam Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin I know you're listenin so I keep showin and provin Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme ***** a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up Wise up before you get sized up (tied up) Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full from close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change [Method Man] Punch the data in ya mainframe You want it all, I want the same thing Strive to maintain, live out my name Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin changed Leave the same way I came, Bringin mother*****in Pain Chorus: Street Life, Method Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect Best connect, blow your headset, ***** a mic check Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down [Method Man] Eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival You goin down, y'all niggaz ***** around Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent Beef from the butcher, sink your teeth in [Street Life] ***** what you believe in, you real-fake Fishin in the same lake, eatin off the same cake you blow face [Method Man] Who go that ready cook, synthetic look, actin crook Betty shook worm, tryin to shake the hook as the world turn Nigga burn, once again the Super Sperm, rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took to write this The war will be fought by the righteous Who stand criticized by his un A*Alikeness Knowledge is the truth and it's priceless Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast In the savage land haulin ass, Days of Thunder It's Road Rage, your days are numbered What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (mother*****er!) [Street Life] This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow but you don't hear me though Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow Keep it live from the intro until the outro Chorus [Street Life] I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum Forty-five bar seminar, ghetto rap star Slide like water rats through the Staten Reservoir Swingin swords cut your mic cord, snatch ya rap awards Commercial cats *****in up the game, that's why I crash boards Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours Hardcore, something that my street niggaz is dyin for [Method Man] Snatch your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13 Professionals wit no things, say no more Check my Dogs at the Reservoir Gourmet special of the day is Nigga Souflee, pusher gotta pay And the games people play, John J. back around the way Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up a notch Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggaz in the P.J. to Klingon, bring on, the Good Times for Keyon Hood rhymes that's be-yond ya thinkin For eons, I've been hear to shine on the black minds Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga Rag time, bad sign, flatline [Bishop Don Magic Juan] "It's easy to get into the game, but once you get on top Can you stay there
