All My N*gg*s - Method Man, Street Life

Yeah… the coming is everything

(Just when you thought it was safe

I got to slap taste out ya muthafuckin' mouth!, bitch)

Yo!

Yo!

It’s the M.C.

stresser, Street the aggressor

I apply pressure, until your lungs explode

Over choke flows, rap, over load

I live by the code style that’s mad P.L.O

Shaolin pro, equipped with rhymes to go

Sully low, rock a teflon coat like it’s ten below

Controller of my destiny, live for longevity

When my life in jeopardy, bust shots consecutively

Black teflon rap, I lay this on you heavily

Deadly Melodies, I rock the Iron Mic steadily

M.C.'s keep tryin' to step in my zone

Get ya head flown, crush your nose bone with the microphone

New York’s bravest, longly awaited (come on)

Highly anticipated, street niggas favorite

I never ride dicks, that’s why y’all niggas hate it

I’m Street Educated, plus thug related

Wu affiliated, still underrated

That’s to be the greatest, world’s most famous

Crowd entertainer, top debut gainer

Hip-hop hall of famer, rap terminator

Who the slang pro nigga role, banned from your radio

Flow straight ghettio (aiyo) but y’all don’t hear me though

(I rock for all my niggas) I rock for all my niggas

(I rock for all my niggas) I rock for all my niggas

This is Street radio, live in stereo flow

No video, still ghettio slang pro

Hoes by the boat load, lust for my logo

But they don’t get shit from Street, but hard dick and coco'

I’m known to hold a grudge, bust slug and drug

Flood the court with thug, scream, 'fuck the judge'

Bad firm, I never learned, crack the bird, burn a dutch

Never had much, never gave a fuck, give it up

You ain’t larger than life, to lose ya life

In the heat of the night, talk like you walk, you might get sniped

Just because you got a record deal, don’t make you real

Just because you sold a mil, don’t make you hard to kill

If you feel like I feel, we both know you bluffin'

I’m about to snuff you the fuck out for nothing, aiyo

I’m in full Street mode, ghetto episodes

Never sold my soul, or fall for fool’s gold

Just control the globe with wise words told

It’s been in my blood, since I was God’s years old

Who the slang pro nigga role, banned from your radio

Flow straight ghettio (aiyo) but y’all don’t hear me though

(I rock for all my niggas) I rock for all my niggas

(I rock for all my niggas) I rock for all my niggas

Hey, aiyo!