Method Man - Suspect Chin Music Lyrics
[method man]Suspect chin niggas, no win niggasSend niggas back to go, try again niggasAll hail me, the good the bag the ugilyThe moneys around your way, lovelyWhere for art thou meth-tical god-childI pack a smile like crocidile profileCant hold it down? oh the shit gon hit the fan nowSpin around let your whole crown man down, man down[street life]I live by the street code never oldNever love a hoe, never flash the doughCause you never know who friend or foeGot block control solid gold thoughtBefore the blow lets stroll through the ghettoHabitat with no paroleNever snitch switch whichKeep a fresh pair of kicksSplit the tongue snatch the weedIn case the cops wanna strip searchThink first prepare for the worstWhen you do dirtRemember theres a million other niggas with the same thirst[method man]No doubt dummy outBets pull the money outNiggas walk a funny routeThis is what its all about?Young guns and dum-dumsSlum bums and sonsAskin niggas where they come fromGet him for his one, umSunshine, its crunch timeStranded on the front lineDucking from the one-timeNiggas on the run, where the cameras cant come, haMake this one the anthemRing around the rosiePocket full of grants, uh[street life]Just because you wild in the club you aint thugSport gloves and gold mugs you aint thugTattoos and hard screws dont make you thugSucker for love catch a slug, nigga[method man]Suspect chin niggas, no win niggasSend niggas back to go, try again niggasShotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaowShotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaow[street life]Carry your eyes and avoid spotsCellblocks rap blow you for your slide(? )Time what you gots mineWe can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nineWhether the rhyme or the crime ima still shineHeavy on the street talk cut your life support shortNever had no love for you so there is no love lostStrictly enforced by the street stories get double crossedHands off I run with the torch[method man]They got me fed up from the head upPut up or shut upOn stage in them shiny get-upThese niggas is funnyEnergizer bunny actorsThey hustle backwardsSon I think they gay rappersSay word, drop some statureDog splash ya, party crash yaThe spell castaHeard the same before and after its overFlood get your brain end the game, done its overEnd of the line out of time ***** its overOn the wrong street with no heat he was soberWe soldiers somebody shouldve told ya[street life]Million dollar ice on your wrist dont make you thugCause a ***** is sucking your dick on your skit you aint thugBandanas and bad grammer dont make you thugSucker for love catching slugs nigga[method man]Suspect chin niggas, no win niggasSend niggas back to go, try again niggasShotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaowShotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaowSuspect chin niggas, no win niggasSend niggas back to go, try again niggasShotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaowShotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaow[street life]With the w burning through your fleshVerbally possesed never second guessBlow minds like david koresh***** a vest you need a gun to protect your assetsDeep in the aztecs break out before the sun setStreet wars gimme yours crime is what I live forGot rhymes galore next time its at the wu storeIf you sleep late, next date is at the cest gateAll you sober mcs, I leave yall niggas half-baked[method man]Microphone is in a choke holdLosin control bringing drama by the boatloadIt takes dramaIn the pillage now of cappadonnaMy split persona hit their village and their baby mamaYall niggas playing with this money while we stay hungryAnd kept it pudgy it wont make me have to crash, dummyBefore its overYou should keep your chain tucked inAnd should never run your mouth with a suspect chinNow lay it down[street life]Just because you wild in the clup you aint thugSport gloves and gold mugs you aint thugTattoos and hard screws you aint thugReal thugs runnin with hate and smash love
