[Intro: Method Man]
Uh... what's really good?
Yo, yo, yo...
[Method Man]
It's the unstoppable, overcome any obstacle
Y'all know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical
Any mission possible, do what I gots to do
Labels gettin' bu*terfingers, and next they droppin' you
You think you know, but you have no idea
The Diary of a Meth Man, what's this I hear?
Somebody told y'all, steppin' in sh** was good luck?
I got the hood stuck, chh-chh, now give the goods up
Y'all done pushed up, past the point of no return
It's Meth's turn, so roll that sh** up and let's burn
I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms
Now that we know, when will the rest learn?
Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none
Everything cool until that heat come
Just call my name, and I'll be there
Y'all kids is slum, like the j**elry in Albi Square
[Chorus: Streetlife (Shawnna)]
We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a dick (yeah, uh)
Let's throw a party in this b**h, all my n***az and my chicks
Tell me who y'all rollin' with (yeah)
[Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)]
Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof's on (Fire!) My crew's on (Fire!)
[Streetlife]
M-E-T, H-O-D..
[Method Man]
Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures
Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over
New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back
Never ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps
Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, y'all want it
Y'all can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all that
While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage
Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots
The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice
Then let these darts take a stab at it
n***az ain't got it, ain't never had it
I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel
And the pa**enger seat behind the field
It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick
Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich
[Chorus]
[Hook 2X w/o "fire" the second time]
[Interlude: Method Man]
Yeah, y'all n***az don't know it's a game
Until it starts again, let's do it, haha!
[Method Man]
Six minutes, Method Man, you're on
If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be all right, you're wrong
You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the songs
That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along
I'm try'nna tell you d** is not your friends
And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your friend
I'm at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
And my chick's a man-eater, she be swallowin' men
Aight, live from New York, it's Saturday night
I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light
Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my type
If y'all don't see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife
When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules
Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you?
This is it, y'all better come on in, the water's fine
Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more 'gain
[Chorus]
[Hook 2X]
[Chorus]
[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd
No doubt, dick up in your mouth
We do this sh** everyday, I'm in the cut
With my main sh** stain, Ray-Ray Gutter bu*t
And we holdin' it down for the whole Staten Island, man
Nothin' else but Staten Island, man
Y'all stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill
Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah... Peace!