[Method Man]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real live mother in niggaz step up front right now
It s goin down
One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby
Shaolin what?
Come oncome onHA!
Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
War and peaceI take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
And curse his first bornis this thing on?
Send em to the children of the corn we the people
Seeniggaz through the eye of the demon
My lethal injectiondestroyin evil
Hot Nikkelprivate eye one pistol
Aimin at your brain tissuedo or die
Said the spider to the fly"Could this one be tasty?"
Like momma apple pie goodnessJohnny Blaze me
On the job like Dick Tracy
Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben CaseyM.D.
Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it
Like a finger in a light sockettoo good to be forgotten
In the rotten apple
I kick dirt on your sand castle
Check the flavor all natural
(Beat your feet)
Hot Niks son
(Heat-mizer)
Before you get the main course
(Taste a appetizer)
Submerged in the word
Heavy headed verbal that smack you
Mentally disturb youattack you
Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you
Young gun got the body snatch you observe
Wise words you can only see through the third
I fall way beyond the norm on the verb
Shine on mental nourishmentyou can dine on
Track yellin at me get yo arrow god
Victory is hardregardless to whom or what
They all movin targets Allah
Runnin through your house and your block partywith rap shotty
And hot rock the body bodySt. Bernards
couldn t save your entouragerap lobotomy
Leave ya mentally scarrednumb and possibly
Dumb deaf and blind is it
I kick the spine out the battery backs
in with mine keep it movin
Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings)
What the ?
Peace - who this?
[Streetlife]
Mind detect mindI P.L.O. your startin line
Deep Space Nine
Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
Let s converse snatch the tap from your purse
Body-surf on the verse head first
Peep defeatbitch Street beat you down with the heat
And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain t nuttin peace
Big boys don t destroy blunted zone pop steroid
50 men convoyexpensive where s the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland right hand s on the silencer
40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander
Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate
Don t perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate
Street politicians on a suicide mission
Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position
Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down
[Method Man]
Yokeep your eyes open
Love potion number nine poetry in motion
Knowledge me the seventh sign
Scopinconnivininfiltrate is most of mine
Play em nonchalantlycalmly expose the nine
Push and get shoved what the Gods thinkin of
Comin in the club wit that screwfaceactin up
Is we men or micebad moon risin
We wild for the night
Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-o
That s what happened when frontin on the Shaol borough
Island of Staten we in here no fear
Assault wit intent
To kill your whole regiment it s real
Startin wit yo presidentduckin my dart gun
Tear apart son - you don t want it then don t start none
Blaze one with Jonathonpart man part fly
Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I.
Fat like Joea day in the life
Your money or your life that s the life
Everybody can t afford ice in the struggle
Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle
(Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)
Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
War and peaceI take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
Mother er

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