StreetLife - Safe Box lyrics

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StreetLife - Safe Box lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Yeah... (oh my god-god *repeated throughout*) Staten Island n***as, forgotten borough, the most thorough Oh sh**, haha, the tri-boro, hahahaha f**as... yeah... come again, what? It's M-E-F, b**hes, say it with the Meth, n***as [Method Man] When I'm on the come up, ain't no telling who gon' get done up On the highway to heaven, with they thumb up I'm far from a dumb f**, I'm a mack Just like them dumptrunks, I hold alotta weight on my back See I'm, already pumped up, I'm ready to shine It's Mr., cover of Blender, who ready to grind? And I still got it, I repeat, I still got it And any artist that trash talk, is still garbage How critics gon' think I lost my sk** When in fact, ya'll all been programmed and lost your feel Please believe, I'm still grimey, try me And I remind ya'll muthaf**as why Def Jam signed me M-E to the Tizzy, H-O to the Dizzy To see me, it's something like pimpin', it ain't easy It's something like pimpin', it ain't easy To see me, it's something like pimpin', it ain't easy [La the Darkman] Yo, I stash money like a crooked banker, casablanca Ninety-six, crack cranker, back shot, a** spanker Get head, then I thank her, for blessin' the God Pull a blunt hard, for my jail n***as on the yard Think like Master Farrad, die hard, La's God I need currency, cash, eagles in the credit card Co-starred in c**aine, like, couldn't get my brain right Robbin' n***as smokin' and f**in', in the same night Jumpin' on the train, like, talkin' how we did it, kid And my n***as caught a body, then me and my n***as slid Blue coats came, we hid, inside a pyramid Unseen, as a real Egyptian king Asiatic, doing mathematics, guns is my bad habit Try'nna civilize a savage, rest on, every sabit LaSon, like my coke white as a unicorn Word is bond, everyday got a new uniform I want it all, never fall, f** that, forever war I need a mansion and my closet gotta look like a mall It's Darkman [Chorus 2X: Method Man (Streetlife)] It's a new day, new way, new rules, new school New pay, new cake, new crew, new fools f**in' with my safe box (all you n***as get shot) f**in' with my safe box (all you n***as get shot) [Streetlife] I got the drop on you, don't flinch Pop n***as like John Lynch, leave n***as in they own stench I'm a light drinker, heavy smoker Known for duckin' show promoters Pa** the money, over, my whole crew is ex-cons Be alarmed, when you hear the *err-urrrrr* It's on, Silverback n***as under the stairs When we link up, we travel in pairs Ya'll n***as best to beware, of the most thoroughest Cover all aspects, four corners, you can't creep up on us I'm takin' one for the team, deal me in And when the smoke clear, do it again This ain't a side show, you could die slow There's no I in team, we all ride... yo! The master of the ceremony, this is my testament Homicide Housing, that's what I represent [Carlton Fisk] Don't get it f**ed up, drapped, that'll extra grind When I pop up with silencers, you next in line Swift with a nine, in conflict, prefer four-five And we Loose Linx, can't control these Animalz of mine, now Staten Island's back on the map, while the P.L.O. fugitive's back Using the fact, drama in these streets you gon' see it and get used to the clap Blockbuster movie picture, doggy, preview that Carlton Fisk flow in a Lex, gorilla Homicide Housing Came to collect, know the sounds, just a pain in the neck [Chorus] [June Luva] Listen young'n, I'm an O.G., see I done mastered the flow With creeping up slow, so chill 'fore I blow three At your windshield, come on, dog, you know me I raised you from a young pup, I taught you how to show teeth And growl on a n***a, style on a n***a One minute you so cool, then foul to a n***a Ya'll s**as is pre-schoolers, a child to a n***a I'm the resurrection of rap, now bow to a n***a A little old me from Staten Island's gonna get cha And I pack a big gun, and it weighs a grip of ton So front like you the M.C., ain't no defeating me I set up shop on your block and plots off strategically Maybe it's the weed in me, nah a bottle of Henny Quick to run up on your a** and follow with semi', muthaf**a [Chorus 2X]