Method Man

Method Man - Play Iv Keeps lyrics

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[Method Man]
 Ha  yeah yeah yeah  yeah yeah
 One time.. yo
 Never liked son from day one  bring you tool
 That nigga stick you and play dumb  hate a bitch ass
 Who care where you came from  you ain't prepared
 for when the pain come  this nigga scared  shook to death
 from a cold stare  stuntin  knowin my brothers fiend
 to do you somethin over here  we head huntin
 in the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin
 I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe
 Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
 The last days, makin sure I get the last say
 In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
 If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back
 crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way
 to get my point across, thoughts accelerate
 at the same speed, of the muder rate
 Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk
 see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth
 [Street Life]
 Life's a snippet, one way ticket
 Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it
 Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches
 Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches
 I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet
 My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete
 Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent
 Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant
 Chorus One: all
 Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
 Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps
 In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
 Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down
 [Inspectah Deck]
 I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland
 One hand holds the head of the last brave man
 Made man, Cuban Link chain of command
 Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand
 My live team turn the club to a crime scene
 High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM
 Get your face blown, might face the chrome
 We take this more serious than just a poem
 [Havoc]
 I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent
 About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event
 It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville
 Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?
 Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
 Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's
 So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield
 On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still
 never follow beef hey beef follow me
 Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets
 like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it
 Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it
 I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute
 Stash my dough secure the funds of profit
 [Prodigy]
 Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time
 Fuckin with my niggaz, extrordinary line swishin
 your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit
 Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this
 Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song
 Doin this for too long, to not come strong
 You're only a pawn of Viet Dong
 Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born
 Secluded on a distant farm
 This is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shanked
 Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
 Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch
 It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck..
 Chorus One
 Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
 for a war here, fuck peace, what?
 Chorus One
 Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
 for a war here, fuck peace, peace
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Copyrights:

Author: Albert Johnson, Clifford Smith (2), Jason Hunter (2), Kejuan Muchita, Patrick Charles

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)

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