[Bishop Don Magic Juan]
 "Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
 That's a good book  I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
 You dig? So you won't have to have those young girls fool ya  you dig?
 Trick ya outta your check  so you can learn about it
 Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it
 Cuz the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
 [Street Life]
 I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
 I spit blood for blood verses
 Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
 One man'll body slam Def Jam
 Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
 I know you're listenin so I keep showin and provin
 Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
 Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
 Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York
 I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP
 Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
 Wise up before you get sized up (tied up)
 Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full
 from close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change
 [Method Man]
 Punch the data in ya mainframe
 You want it all, I want the same thing
 Strive to maintain, live out my name
 Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin changed
 Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherfuckin Pain
 Chorus: Street Life, Method
 Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect
 Best connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check
 Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound
 Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down
 [Method Man]
 Eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival
 You goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around
 Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent
 Beef from the butcher, sink your teeth in
 [Street Life]
 Fuck what you believe in, you real-fake
 Fishin in the same lake, eatin off the same cake you blow face
 [Method Man]
 Who go that ready cook, synthetic look, actin crook
 Betty shook worm, tryin to shake the hook as the world turn
 Nigga burn, once again the Super Sperm, rub it in
 your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took to write this
 The war will be fought by the righteous
 Who stand criticized by his un A*Alikeness
 Knowledge is the truth and it's priceless
 Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands
 Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast
 In the savage land haulin ass, Days of Thunder
 It's Road Rage, your days are numbered
 What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker!)
 [Street Life]
 This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow but you don't hear me though
 Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow
 Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow
 Keep it live from the intro until the outro
 Chorus
 [Street Life]
 I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome
 Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum
 Forty-five bar seminar, ghetto rap star
 Slide like water rats through the Staten Reservoir
 Swingin swords cut your mic cord, snatch ya rap awards
 Commercial cats fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards
 Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours
 Hardcore, something that my street niggaz is dyin for
 [Method Man]
 Snatch your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13
 Professionals wit no things, say no more
 Check my Dogs at the Reservoir
 Gourmet special of the day is Nigga Souflee, pusher gotta pay
 And the games people play, John J. back around the way
 Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up a notch
 Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggaz in the P.J.
 to Klingon, bring on, the Good Times for Keyon
 Hood rhymes that's be-yond ya thinkin
 For eons, I've been hear to shine on the black minds
 Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga
 Rag time, bad sign, flatline
 [Bishop Don Magic Juan]
 "It's easy to get into the game, but once you get on top
 Can you stay there