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 Artist : METHOD MAN
 
 Suspect Chin Music | METHOD MAN(feat. Street Life)
 [Method Man]
 Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
 send niggas back to go, try again niggas
 all hail me, the good the bag the ugily
 the money's around your way, lovely
 where for art thou Meth-tical god-child
 I pack a smile like crocidile profile
 can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
 spin around let your whole crown man down, man down
 
 [Street Life]
 I live by the street code never old
 never love a hoe, never flash the dough
 cause you never know who friend or foe
 got block control solid gold thought
 before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto
 habitat with no parole
 never snitch switch which
 keep a fresh pair of kicks
 split the tongue snatch the weed
 in case the cops wanna strip search
 think first prepare for the worst
 when you do dirt
 remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst
 
 [Method Man]
 No doubt dummy out
 bets pull the money out
 niggas walk a funny route
 this is what its all about?
 young guns and dum-dums
 slum bums and sons
 askin' niggas where they come from
 get him for his one, um
 sunshine, its crunch time
 stranded on the front line
 ducking from the one-time
 niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha
 make this one the anthem
 ring around the rosie
 pocket full of Grants, uh
 
 [Street Life]
 Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug
 sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
 tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug
 sucker for love catch a slug, nigga
 
 [Method Man]
 Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
 send niggas back to go, try again niggas
 shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
 shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
 
 [Street Life]
 Carry your eyes and avoid spots
 cellblocks rap blow you for your slide(?)
 time what you got's mine
 we can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine
 whether the rhyme or the crime Ima still shine
 heavy on the street talk cut your life support short
 never had no love for you so there is no love lost
 strictly enforced by the street stories get double crossed
 hands off I run with the torch
 
 [Method Man]
 They got me fed up from the head up
 put up or shut up
 on stage in them shiny get-up
 these niggas is funny
 energizer bunny actors
 they hustle backwards
 son I think they gay rappers
 say word, drop some stature
 dog splash ya, party crash ya
 the spell casta
 heard the same before and after its over
 flood get your brain end the game, done its over
 end of the line out of time bitch its over
 on the wrong street with no heat he was sober
 we soldiers somebody should've told ya
 
 [Street Life]
 Million dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug
 cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug
 bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug
 sucker for love catching slugs nigga
 
 [Method Man]
 Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
 send niggas back to go, try again niggas
 shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
 shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
 Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
 send niggas back to go, try again niggas
 shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
 shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
 
 [Street Life]
 With the W burning through your flesh
 verbally possesed never second guess
 blow minds like David Koresh
 fuck a vest you need a gun to protect your assets
 deep in the aztecs break out before the sun set
 street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for
 got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store
 if you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate
 all you sober mcs, I leave y'all niggas half-baked
 
 [Method Man]
 Microphone is in a choke hold
 losin' control bringing drama by the boatload
 it takes drama
 in the pillage now of cappadonna
 my split persona hit their village and their baby mama
 y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry
 and kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy
 before its over
 you should keep your chain tucked in
 and should never run your mouth with a suspect chin
 now lay it down
 
 [Street Life]
 Just because you wild in the clup you ain't thug
 sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
 tattoos and hard screws you ain't thug
 real thugs runnin' with hate and smash love
 
 
 
 
 
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