[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, speaHace dias que el camino va tirando mas lejos
Lejos de las colinas y esos solares viejos
Que me son familiares y que aprendi a querer
Como quiero y conozco todo lo que se fue
Hace dias te contaba que me alejo y respiro
Flores de otros jardines por voz de otros caminos
Que me observan lugares y gente que jamas
Se acordo de lo tantos que nos siguen detras
Hace tardes enteras que se asoma la noche
Entre malos presagios y negros nubarrones
Que cuelgan del cielo y me esconden del sol
Y me dejan pensar que soy yo el que no estoy
Hace dias que tropiezo y me aferro a la marcha
Bajo el rayo del sol y el fresco de la escarcha
Se que hay cosas que quedan y cosas que pasan
Y entre cosas que pienso, pienso en volver a casa
Hace ya tantos dias que la luna lejana
Se ha colado en el cielo desde horas mas tempranas
Y su luz de satelite antiguo y distante
Me ilumina en las noches de camino menguante
De hace tiempo no puedo colmarme estas ansias
Que me deja un amor que ocultan las distancias
Pero nada me dice que sigue delante
Si el lugar que busque o el fin del caminante
Que de tanto andar se perdio en el paisaje
Y de lejos de

[Spoken introduction:]
Yellow Submarine... And we would march till
three in the day to see them gather there. From
Land of Goats to Jonah Green we'd step in duty
trail to see his yellow submarine, we love it

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines

So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

And our friends are all on board
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine.

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
[Biggie]
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for the crack rock and shit
Took it to another level
Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop
Getting props, proving nobody drops
Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
And niggas just can't understand it
I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
You know my shit is hitting
Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers
For the burner, catch a body
I got styles like karate
Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
Like a cantaloupe
Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for se