StreetLife - Street Education lyrics

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StreetLife - Street Education lyrics

(feat. Method Man) [Intro: Method Man] Yoooooooooo, sick a** n***az Sick a** b**hes, all the welcome Come on, come on, come on, come on Yeah, come on, come on, come on We don't need nooooooo, no cop patrol [Streetlife] I wish a n***a would, come through the hood, like Street won't Jump out the woods, and snatch your goods If you don't know by now, you should Still actin' like you can't die tonight, you could Still doubtin' the kid, like Street won't push back ya wig Just for thinkin', it's not what it is sh**, Shaolin, we back again, rap for yen Streetlife, that n***a that'll tap your chin Come get some, step to it, let's see Where ya heart's at, let's do it I hear you talkin', but take caution, before crossin' The Street, before you end up layin' in a coffin Don't sleep, you rap cats is physically weak I don't care how much spins your records get in a week Big Street, still beat you down with the heat So umm, watch the words you speak, I roll deep [Chorus: Streetlife (Method Man)] This is Street Education, tune in (Rule one, watch them n***az close to you) This is Street Education, tune in (Rule two, make sure you do what you suppose to do) This is Street Education, tune in (Rule three, f** the world, spit that sh**) This is Street Education, tune in Adjust your radio station, let's begin [Streetlife] Who's playin' king of New York, y'all gangstas? Hold that thought I'mma show you how we hold down the fort, I'm from a Shaolin resort We don't ball, we catch bodies for sport Put our high light on the news report Muthaf**a ya name, run up on you, and blast your frame For that little piece of ice on your chain Don't look at me strange -- like you don't know what this is I know you feel the gun touchin' your rib, it's those Shaolin Kids [Method Man] And we ain't scared to d**h, or scared to live Put twenty two shots in your crib [Streetlife] The Stat, we at it again, put another ten shot through ya Benz Leave you rollin' through the block, on your rims We ain't gots to pretend, me and you, we ain't gots to be friends So when you 'em [Method Man] Be on needles and pins [Streetlife] This where the drama begins I'm tellin' you pa, I'm out for revenge Like a n***a tried to murder my kin, I won't bend [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Adjust your radio station Let's begin.... Adjust your radio station