[Verse 1 – Method Man]
Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice
I ain't into chain snatching, ain't into smacking a wife
Fan supporting don't never ask him the price
If you new you can't afford it, you better asking advice
Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife
Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light
Meth, not the type for doing the pipe
But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right
You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look
I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook
Yah, still talk about it and I still live it
Underground without a shovel and still digging
It's always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't visit
[Hook/Chorus – Raekwon & Ghostface k**ah (sample)]
Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Bridge]
And do you know the penalty for that?
What penalty?
The penalty is d**h and there is no alternative
[Verse 2 – k**ah Priest]
Color me bad
Face emerge, blood in the bath
Switchblade, quick raid, d** on the gla**
Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the k**ing
Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions
Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride
Mafia's a**a**ins, c**aine's inside
Fat man with the pinky ring laughing
Moving the static through traffic
The hoss, boss called The Dragon
His head's bald, enemies are mauled
His hands are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
His broad is fit with the largest t--s
Through the fog, they sit
Helicopters over Nicaragua
Scuba divers dig for lobster
The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars
The bets, NASCAR
Threats, Nasaw
Fools wear wires, shooters was hired
[Hook/Chorus – Raekwon & Ghostface k**ah (sample)]
Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Verse 3 – Chris Rivers]
Like a Shaolin astounding, pound grounds like mountains
Bouncing, be the largest n---a, pounds and ounces
Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia
Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya
Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical
Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals
In a hot (?) I split particles, follicles rift
Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize
You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I pantomime
Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp b---h MCs
Earn mine, wouldn't even give you n----s my sympathies
Feeling me? Said you feeling me, you n----s feeling E
Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies
Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss
If you ain't the nicest, you a target, b---h
Chris
[Interlude]
We the first n----s that did that. I don't give a f--k what nobody say
Alright bring it back a little bit
[Hook/Chorus – Raekwon & Ghostface k**ah (sample)]
Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger