Lirik Lagu Everything - Method Man
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(feat. Inspectah Deck, Streetlife)
[Intro: Method Man]Yeah... yeah... Allah Math...Yeah... yo... yo...
[Method Man]Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the king?Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they bizThinking niggaz plotting on hairs, think they not when they isThis is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting uglyAnd I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love meLike nines to the side of the skully, popping they topI'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for PacNigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al GreenGetting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a niggaStart shining, niggaz start some shit, my guard litLike a boss, head nigga in charge, get in these drawersFitted, nine inches bigger than yoursThis Meth dude got that food, and he serving it rawTold you before, I bring the pain, and now I'm hurting them, paHurting them, pa...
[Chorus 2X: Streetlife]Up from the 36, back on that bullshitOkay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clipStaten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still clickWu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
[Inspectah Deck]Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's, Allah MathStreetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and meSoldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick giftHad the highest paid hoe, get it cracking for freeWorldwide, still trapped in the P's, PioneersLike the twenty inch woofers, that's in back of the VLeave ya brain, like you spazzing on E.It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like heKeep a dirty cop close, never talk with no fedsTear the roof off the mother, right along with ya headAnd I ain't talk unless she talking bout breadYou would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledgeSon, I'm just a little off of the edge, as I stalkThe mean streets, for paused types, callers are readKilla Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a ResidentPatient, it's gonna take more than the meds
[Chorus 2X]
[Streetlife]Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to restRip the rest of the slugs through your chestPut the chest to the back of your vestTrap your packet, take the money and jetNiggaz posted, but you posing no threatPunk, you pussy like the opposite sexFront, see how many shots you will getI'm not asking, I'm demanding respectI'm just a man to respectWatch your step, son, your funeral's nextStreetlife is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neckThe other hand is attached to the techYour next move could mean life or deathMake move, take baby stepsHold that thought, nigga, save your breathWe hold courts, in the streets, we repFor Cash Rule, and we came to collect, cock sucker
[Chorus]
[Intro: Method Man]Yeah... yeah... Allah Math...Yeah... yo... yo...
[Method Man]Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the king?Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they bizThinking niggaz plotting on hairs, think they not when they isThis is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting uglyAnd I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love meLike nines to the side of the skully, popping they topI'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for PacNigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al GreenGetting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a niggaStart shining, niggaz start some shit, my guard litLike a boss, head nigga in charge, get in these drawersFitted, nine inches bigger than yoursThis Meth dude got that food, and he serving it rawTold you before, I bring the pain, and now I'm hurting them, paHurting them, pa...
[Chorus 2X: Streetlife]Up from the 36, back on that bullshitOkay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clipStaten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still clickWu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
[Inspectah Deck]Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's, Allah MathStreetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and meSoldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick giftHad the highest paid hoe, get it cracking for freeWorldwide, still trapped in the P's, PioneersLike the twenty inch woofers, that's in back of the VLeave ya brain, like you spazzing on E.It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like heKeep a dirty cop close, never talk with no fedsTear the roof off the mother, right along with ya headAnd I ain't talk unless she talking bout breadYou would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledgeSon, I'm just a little off of the edge, as I stalkThe mean streets, for paused types, callers are readKilla Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a ResidentPatient, it's gonna take more than the meds
[Chorus 2X]
[Streetlife]Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to restRip the rest of the slugs through your chestPut the chest to the back of your vestTrap your packet, take the money and jetNiggaz posted, but you posing no threatPunk, you pussy like the opposite sexFront, see how many shots you will getI'm not asking, I'm demanding respectI'm just a man to respectWatch your step, son, your funeral's nextStreetlife is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neckThe other hand is attached to the techYour next move could mean life or deathMake move, take baby stepsHold that thought, nigga, save your breathWe hold courts, in the streets, we repFor Cash Rule, and we came to collect, cock sucker
[Chorus]
