(feat. Carlton Fisk, Inspectah Deck)



[Intro: Streetlife]

Do this, do this damn thing, yo

Ohhhh, yeah, I waited a long time for this

Word, cock back that shit, yeah, greatness

Ohhhh, come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on



[Streetlife]

This is rap bizarre, another star in the making

Took lot's of patience, deep concentration

Sat back, analyze your M.C.'S mistakes and

Realize most of y'all rap cats is fakin'

Like y'all is serial killers, and ain't murderin' nathan

Funk Flex, pump this, in heavy rotation

Place your bet, whose the next rap sensation?

Mobilize, regulate, a whole generation

Fuck what ya heard, this is Street Education

Pluckin' at your nerve, like a stab wound patient

I feed blatent, styles still flagrant

Catch me on Rap City, loungin' in the basement

Style, still gritty, double dart agent

I master the art, check my rap pages

They stab you in the back, who that? Smiling faces

That's why, I carry the gat in foreign places



[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

Rap bizarre, another star in the making (ohhhh)

Keep faking, get your seat taken (ohhhh)



[Carlton Fisk]

Yo, inhale this paraphanel', dart from jail

It's P.L.O., see me up north in your cell

Plug your cherry rich glock in hell, find your way out

Tunnel vision like we emburk, fight my way out

Niggaz can't stop me, five seven seven tips probably

Serving me, enter my building lobby

Police recording me, yo, I got I.D.

So on point, pass you a holder with three felonies

Verrazano, horizontal move, first that gave him rules

Niggaz can't fuck with P.L.O., for real

All that shit sound slick, but let's be for real

You a faggot life nigga, that just caught a birth

I'm the raw suspect that'll tuck your eighth

Pistol whip you in the face, make you crack the safe

Man, you can front all you want on cd's and mixtapes

P.L.O. Style, niggaz had to earn they name



[Chorus]



[Streetlife]

This is Shaolin, what? Niggaz grab your nuts

Strut, rock to, what I conduct

After this verse, I might self destruct

Short fuse, overheating, blow the fuck up

Where my ladies at? What up? Wanna fuck?

No disrespect, got a love jones for sluts

Big bag of dud, Deck, burn a Dutch

Fiends control your lust, look, but don't touch

Still Wu, keep the God-U, tucked under the gut

Rap lust, my flow is spectaculaus

Niggaz doubt my skill, like I ain't real enough

Fuck what you feel, that's why you still baggin' up

It be those niggaz you know, that be actin' up

That's why my attitude's corrupt and don't give a fuck

Fans rush the bus, to get star struck

I'm that same road, he's just loungin' in cut



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Inspectah Deck (Streetlife)]

Word up, word up, Streetlife, Size/7

Get ya shit taken on the spot

Rebel I (word up, be on starter)

Wu-Tang, Killa Beez nigga (who request that?)

Forever (word up, ohhhhh)

Yo, pass that bone (you know how we do)

(Word up, Killa Hills, Shaolin, Shaolin, ohhhh)