Method Man - Play Iv Keeps Lyrics
[method man]Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeahOne time.. yoNever liked son from day one, bring you toolThat nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a *****-assWho care where you came from, you aint preparedFor when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to deathFrom a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiendTo do you somethin over here, we head huntinIn the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpinI smash pumpkins, hard rock be in the cafeTear the club up, and anyone that try to judge usThe last days, makin sure I get the last sayIn the food chain, is you predator or prey?If you featherweight, lyrics blow your backCrack your vertabrae, lookin for a better wayTo get my point across, thoughts accelerateAt the same speed, of the muder rateLord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga carlton fiskSee the boss, truly yours, mr. meth[street life]Lifes a snippet, one way ticketTime tickin fast, blink you might miss itSemen on street shit, you might catch fifty stitchesBody bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditchesI play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feetMy rap sheet, speak for itself, concreteEvident, killa hill, resident, double dart agentSecret intelligent my rap styles flagrantChorus one: allFeel the sting of a killa bee, johnny blazeStreet life, deck and mobb deep, play iv keepsIn the city that you never sleep, pay attentionAint no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down[inspectah deck]I move like mad max cross the wastelandOne hand holds the head of the last brave manMade man, cuban link chain of commandAuthorized fam, hot like sahara sandMy live team turn the club to a crime sceneHigh beams flash, promoters die behind creamGet your face blown, might face the chromeWe take this more serious than just a poem[havoc]I think about a lot of shit, especially when Im bentAbout the foul shit goin on in my life, current eventIts evident I smoke ciggarette down to brownsvilleThinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?Hopefully none, aint the one to give chaseHemmed by jake, worryin who might turn statesSo I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefieldOn the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt stillNever follow beef hey beef follow meWanna settle in the court I say settle in the streetsLike our pops did it, you got gats get hot with itNow you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with itI just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minuteStash my dough secure the funds of profit[prodigy]Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time*****in with my niggaz, extrordinary line swishinYour mind out position, tryin to figure this shitRewind it and listen quick, you might miss thisOlympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak songDoin this for too long, to not come strongYoure only a pawn of viet dongTryin to form against mines, you musta just been bornSecluded on a distant farmThis is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shankedWhere theres tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamedCrushed to dust, by the next mans clutchIts infamous you *****s, intense bad luck..Chorus oneStand strong on our two feet, we all readyFor a war here, ***** peace, what?Chorus oneStand strong on our two feet, we all readyFor a war here, ***** peace, peace
