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Yo, this is a Wu-Banger two thousand and one noise makeroff the hook guerilla anthemThis is DJ Kay Slay, from around the wayAnd I'll smack the shit outta any of you DJ'sthat front on this shit.. think I'm playin?(Hook: Method Man)I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really?I heard you niggas like to bang bang, do you really?I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really?I heard you niggas like to bang bang, do you really?[StreetLife]I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the gameNever lust for the dames, I got dust in my veinsLittle off in the brain, kid talks but its lameSniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie KaneSpent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explainAnd I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the nameWu-Tang see me at the next Lex with the gameSnowboardin down a ski range, its a blue and grey frameKeep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blameThe main reson why you tuck the chainSelf proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gainAnd I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came[Method Man]Now creep with me, as I roll through the StatLittle Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fatLet me hit that {*inhale*} contact, learn how to actBefore you bring that drama the end; I'll fade to blackPositive, hate kids who tell me liesDespise guys that wanna get high but never buyGot 9 lives, 9 wives that don't listenBitchin their biological clocks is tickinWu limited edition - hot off the pressesI guess it's, curtains for competitionMethod, runnin em out, gun in my mouthThe kid your momma warned you about, tear down the houseAfter midnight eatin emcees chase through suburbiaYou tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderinThat's what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustinPolish your sword, your shit is rustin[Hook][Masta Killa]1,2, testin', testin', mic check wreckin'Step into the sessionAutomatic weapon off safetyDont play meButt brings all them things with silencersMy clans liver than your average '85erStrive to stay aliveI play for keeps in the streetsCos its real on the battlefieldShells hit the ground from the steelBullets travel, sun set fire to your mindWords combine when I rhyme to feed the blindPrepare my queen for battle and walk downI drink from the wine of violence, no toleranceGame word bond, sword silencedMe in military fatigues bulletproof underneathBuy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streetsOf Brooklyn, Central, sugar-whipped the rentalWhile I'm lickin out the window at y'allFuck y'all[Hook][Inspectah Deck]Yo, we thrive on street lifeWe strive to eat rightThey blindin' these sightWe tried to be niceThey talk the small talkWe walk the long walkWe lost, they all thoughtThey forced to fall shortWe rock for hard rockRocked the hot blocksShop and cop rocksWatch the top notch in actionBegin to make your head spinWu Tang my bredrenWe bang like veteransThey came for record spins, taste the medicineOr face the double M, we came to trouble themHustle them for their 20 mill then buckle themEnough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' themDozen men with force of a hundred-tenStumblin' thug passions, it must've been[Hook] - 2Xmore