| The lyric of Play Iv Keeps, Method Man's song [Method Man] Hayeah yeah yeahyeah yeah One time.. yo Never liked son from day onebring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumbhate a bitch-ass Who care where you came fromyou ain t prepared for when the pain comethis nigga scaredshook to death from a cold starestuntinknowin my brothers fiend to do you somethin over herewe head huntin in the function I smell fearadrenaline start pumpin I Smash PumpkinsHard Rock be in the Cafe Tear the club upand anyone that try to judge us The last daysmakin sure I get the last say In the food chainis you predator or prey? If you featherweightlyrics blow your back crack your vertabraelookin for a better way to get my point acrossthoughts accelerate at the same speedof the muder rate Lordnever perpetrate a fraudtil my nigga Carlton Fisk see the bosstruly yoursMr. Meth [Street Life] Life s a snippetone way ticket Time tickin fastblink you might miss it Semen on Street shityou might catch fifty stitches Body bag sprayed upburied in muddy ditches I play for keepsbust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheetspeak for itselfconcrete EvidentKilla Hillresidentdouble dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style s flagrant Chorus One: all Feel the sting of a killa beeJohnny Blaze Street LifeDeck and Mobb DeepPlay IV Keeps In the city that you never sleeppay attention Ain t no shittin when you gotta eatwe hold it down [Inspectah Deck] I move like Mad Max cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made manCuban Link chain of command Authorized fam hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High beams flashpromoters die behind CREAM Get your face blownmight face the chrome We take this more serious than just a poem [Havoc] I think about a lot especially when I m bent About the foul shit goin on in my lifecurrent event It s evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill? Hopefully noneain t the one to give chase Hemmed by Jakeworryin who might turn state s So I chillput my killa niggaz on the battlefield On the low plottin silent murderernever doubt still never follow beef hey beef follow me Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets like our pops did ityou got gats get hot with it Now you dry snitchinbecause you got knocked with it I just rock with itgo with the flowthink for a hot minute Stash my dough secure the funds of profit [Prodigy] Yoextreme rhyme niggazyou wastin your time in with my niggazextrordinary line swishin your mind out positiontryin to figure Rewind it and listen quickyou might miss this Olympicrap jave-lontravel beyondyour weak song Doin this for too longto not come strong You re only a pawn of Viet Dong Tryin to form against minesyou musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm This is the real worldwhere niggaz get shot and shanked Where there s tremendous painyou get your frame inflamed Crushed to dustby the next man s clutch It s Infamous you sintense bad luck.. Chorus One Stand strong on our two feetwe all ready for a war here peacewhat? Chorus One Stand strong on our two feetwe all ready for a war here peacepeace
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