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Method Man
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Play IV Keeps - Featuring Inspectah Deck/Streetlife/Mobb Deep
作词：Patrick Charles, Jason Hunter, Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita, Clifford Smith
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, one time, yo
Never liked, son, from day one, bring you tool
That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch ass
Who care where you came from? You ain't prepared
For when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to death
From a cold stare, stuntin', knowin' my brothers fiend
To do you somethin' over here, we head huntin'
In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin'
I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe
Tear the club up and anyone that try to judge us
The last days makin' sure I get the last say
In the food chain is you predator or prey?
If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back
Crack your vertabrae, lookin' for a better way to get my point across
Thoughts accelerate at the same speed of the murder rate
Lord, never perpetrate a fraud 'til my nigga, Carlton Fisk
See the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth
Life's a snippet, one way ticket
Time tickin' fast, blink, you might miss it
Semen on street, shit, you might catch fifty stitches
Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches
I play for keeps, bust heat, you catch cold feet
My rap sheet speak for itself, concrete
Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent
Secret intelligent, my rap style's flagrant
Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down
I move like 'Mad Max' 'cross the wasteland
One hand holds the head of the last brave man
Made man, Cuban Link chain of command
Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand
My live team turn the club to a crime scene
High beams flash, promoters die behind cream
Get your face blown, might face the chrome
We take this more serious than just a poem
I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent
About the foul shit goin' on in my life, current event
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It's evident I smoke cigarette down to Brownsville
Thinkin' to myself, how many lives must my pound kill?
Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
Hemmed by Jake, worryin' who might turn state's
So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield
On the low plottin' silent murderer, never doubt still
Never follow beef, hey, beef, follow me
Wanna settle in the court, I say, settle in the streets
Like our pops did it, you got gats, get hot with it
Now you dry snitchin' because you got knocked with it
I just rock with it, go with the flow
Think for a hot minute
Stash my dough, secure
The funds of profit
Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin' your time
Fuckin' with my niggaz, extraordinary line swishin'
Your mind out position, tryin' to figure this shit
Rewind it and listen, quick, you might miss this
Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song
Doin' this for too long to not come strong
You're only a pawn of Viet Dong
Tryin' to form against mines, you musta just been born
Secluded on a distant farm
This is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shanked
Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
Crushed to dust by the next man's clutch
It's Infamous, you fucks, intense bad luck
Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down
Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
For a war here, fuck peace, what?
Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down
Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
For a war here, fuck peace, peace
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