Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - Crooked Letter I

Intro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
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..

[Streetlife (Method Man)]
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 Heaterz, 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 procede
I`m that O.G., you`re not in my league (you know my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.`s

[Method Man (Streetlife)]
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, cuz some of that is slum
(Son, I`m already knowin`) cut they jeans mad young

[Chorus 2X: Kon Artis]
In the Crooked Letter I, it`s do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..

[Method Man (Streetlife)]
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 bitches, 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 fuck outta here)
Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won`t see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"

[Streetlife (Method Man)]
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

[Chorus 2X]

[Streetlife (Method Man)]
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

[Method Man]
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 weed...
That`s that shit

[Chorus to fade]

[Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx
Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace
To the Million Dollar Kid, Y
(S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7
Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin` on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I`mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on
Cuz we`ll "tri" any fuckin` thing) Homicide Housing..
(Fuck y`all)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - Crooked Letter I Intro: Streetlife (Method Man)] 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.. [Streetlife (Method Man)] 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 Heaterz, 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 procede I`m that O.G., you`re not in my league (you know my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.`s [Method Man (Streetlife)] 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, cuz some of that is slum (Son, I`m already knowin`) cut they jeans mad young [Chorus 2X: Kon Artis] In the Crooked Letter I, it`s do or die Shit, every man fights to stay alive In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why.. [Method Man (Streetlife)] 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 bitches, 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 fuck outta here) Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won`t see me a lot But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox" [Streetlife (Method Man)] 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 [Chorus 2X] [Streetlife (Method Man)] 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 [Method Man] 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 weed... That`s that shit [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)] Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace To the Million Dollar Kid, Y (S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7 Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin` on the track, nigga Matter fact, I`mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on Cuz we`ll "tri" any fuckin` thing) Homicide Housing.. (Fuck y`all) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Crooked Letter I: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/6758.html Все тексты песен: Method Man » Method Man - Step By Step » Method Man - Judgement Day » Method Man - Torture » Method Man - I Get My Thang in Action » Method Man - Kane`s Theme (Alternate WWF Aggression) » Method Man - Mr. Sandman » Method Man - Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It) » Method Man - How High » Method Man - Sweet Love » Method Man - Tical » Method Man - Big Dogs » Method Man - Act Right » Method Man - Party Crasher » Method Man - Cradle Rock » Method Man - Whatcha Gonna Do » Method Man - Whatcha Gonna Do » Method Man - Spazzola » Method Man - True » Method Man - The ? » Method Man - Dart Throwing Рекомендуем скачать: » Piersi - Zgubne Skutki Picia Wodki » Pete Yorn - Committed » Pantera - Use My Third Arm » Pavlov`s Dog - Did You See Him Cry » Patti Smith - Privilege » Phil Collins - Everyday » P.O.D. - Freestyle » Pax 217 (Pax217) - Check 217 » Pet Shop Boys - Kings Cross » Pet Shop Boys - It Couldnt Happen Here » Proper Dos f Bizz, Royal T - Westside » Patricia Kaas - Un Dernier Blues » pickett wilson - In The Midnight Hour » Paul Mccartney and Linda - Mary Had A Little Lamb » Phish - Waste » Pearl Jam - No Way » Passenger - Circus » Pharoahe Monch - No Mercy » petty tom - learning to fly \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Petra - La SalvaciГіn Es De Nuestro Dios
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