Crooked Letter I - Method Man

Written by：Clifford Smith/R. Noble/Calvin Broadus/D. Porter/M. Chavarria/Denaun Porter/Michael Chavarria/Patrick Charles

Ooooh we have returned

Yeah show you how to flow again show you how to flow again

It's the rap rule again hehehehe yo yo

Street Meth we ride like A.C. and O.J. y'all niggaz crazy

I runs up on you in broad days I'm a loose link

I carry's the heater always

Small timers get left for dead in the hallways

It's that ill breed move in warp speed follow my lead

Me and my co D's about to o d let me proceed

I'm that o g you're not in my league you know my Steele

I put the smack down on you killer clown m C's

I rock for all my niggaz I rock for all my niggaz

That's why I hurt to be here okay let me see here

Stat' land crooked letter is I we back man

Harder than a dick on Viagra gettin' a lap dance

Hittin' like a back hand I slap y'all kids

As if we in a game of spades and y'all renig'

John blaze not the clothing Cruz some of that is slum

Son I'm already knowin' cut they jeans mad young

In the crooked letter I it's do or die

Sh*t every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I you should not try

Meth tical streetlife killa bee why

In the crooked letter I it's do or die

Sh*t every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I you should not try

Meth tical streetlife killa bee why

Stingy with my dough even stingier with dojia'

Told y'all you'll never go broke long as I yo' ya

Maintain your composure or party over

For stank b**ches who get it twisted like yoga

Holla for a dollar yea and y'all ain't gotta go home

But y'all gotta get the f**k outta here

Who stay lo like jennifer won't see me a lot

But when you see vivica tell her she a fox

We rollin' big truck sittin' on chrome twistin' a bone

Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone

Zonin' out the area roamin'

The closest you could come to my style maybe is clonin'

The omen i'm warnin' you now niggaz is holdin'

Run up watch me put one up in your colon

Chizzle town thugs in the club like chicks posin'

Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing

In the crooked letter I it's do or die

Sh*t every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I you should not try

Meth tical streetlife killa bee why

In the crooked letter I it's do or die

Sh*t every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I you should not try

Meth tical streetlife killa bee why

Beware danger shoot off your flares

Warn all your dogs tell 'em we here

The stat' we don't bust our guns in the air

Never that y'all don't come out til the coast is clear

Who you suppose to fear street I fears no one

You all thumbs I probably murder you with your gun

When I start lettin' off niggaz is jettin' off

You straight chicken broth we holes in your terrycloth

Double o 3 long time no see

Who mind parts seas and cause blind to see

Some think this industry is just all rhyme and g

Then he make it to the door and he can't find the key

Don't know what it be to make y'all follow my lead

Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed

If rap wasn't rap no more what would it be

I don't know I'd be zonin' sometime must be the w**d

In the crooked letter I it's do or die

Sh*t every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I you should not try

Meth tical streetlife killa bee why

In the crooked letter I it's do or die

Sh*t every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I you should not try

Meth tical streetlife killa bee why

In the crooked letter I

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In the crooked letter I you should not try

Meth tical streetlife killa bee why

In the crooked letter I you should not try

Meth tical streetlife killa bee why

In the crooked letter I it's do or die

Sh*t every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I you should not try

Meth tical streetlife killa bee why

In the crooked letter I